"Speak up! Why aren't you talking?" Li Huowang, his face grim, stared at his reflection in the basin of water and demanded harshly.
"This catastrophe is completely different from the ones before! In the past, at worst, things would just rot away, or the daylight would disappear! But this time, Death itself has vanished!"
"Do you understand what that means? This isn't some trivial matter!" Li Huowang paced back and forth in the room, his heart filled with immense anxiety.
"Every catastrophe happens because of instability in the Heavenly Dao. Since Death has suddenly disappeared, something must have happened to the Heavenly Dao of Death!"
Li Huowang stopped in his tracks as a terrifying possibility bloomed in his mind. He whirled toward his reflection in the basin. "Tell me! Did those Fate Commanders worshipped by the Dharma Sect snatch away the Heavenly Dao of Death? Are you doing anything at all?"
