At the scene, Ning Muqing rushed to Zhou Yuanjue's side as fast as she could, only to discover that he had no signs of life.
There was no pulse, no detectable heartbeat, and no breath.
Her heart lurched.
'He's dead?!'
'Did Zhou Yuanjue and his opponent kill each other?!'
'Has this twenty-five-year-old, a Martial Dao prodigy rarely seen in history, truly fallen just a few months after reaching the Saint Awakening Realm?'
A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her.
Anger, lament, grief, and sorrow.
Even her breathing grew heavy.
"He's still alive."
Just then, a voice reached her ears. She whipped her head around and saw a figure descending from the sky.
He had a head of white hair, and his eyes held a profound, world-weary look. His face seemed old, but upon closer inspection, it also appeared quite young.
