However, the mysterious cultivator shrouded in a faint white light completely ignored all his thoughts and remained silent throughout.
This made Liu Cheng's face grow increasingly grim.
Lou Yi then spoke timely: "This Fellow Daoist, why did you unreasonably attack my friend?"
"My junior brother Wan Xiaolou, his soul lamp has already extinguished.
And the last time he went out, as I asked around, he was staying with you..." Liu Cheng suppressed his anger as he spoke.
"So you are Fellow Daoist Wan's sect mate." Lou Yi showed a sorrowful expression, "Fellow Daoist Wan was a heaven-sent talent, originally a Golden Core seed with great prospects.
He just met the wrong people, alas, what a pity..."
"Met the wrong people?" Liu Cheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, "Do you know how he died?"
"A disciple of the Two Forms Sect, Gao Wenxuan, Fellow Daoist Liu should know him." Lou Yi said,
