At these words, some unsettling images involuntarily surfaced in everyone's minds. In an instant, Jocelyn Grant's appeal vanished completely in their eyes.
The impact of the images from the Memory Stone had simply been too great, and they remained unforgettable to this day.
Jocelyn Grant's expression changed as she heard them, her focus zeroing in on one crucial detail.
She strode forward, seized the nearest disciple by his robes, and demanded.
"Who did you say died?"
'Was the Senior Brother they just mentioned Brother Young?'
'No, it can't be. How could it be Brother Young? He's a Golden Core Cultivator. He couldn't possibly die so easily.'
The disciple, whose cultivation was not high, couldn't break free from Jocelyn Grant's grasp. Sensing the powerful aura radiating from her, his voice grew tense.
"What are you doing? Let go of me."
"Why are you grabbing me? I'm not wrong! Who else could it be? It was Liam Yardley who died."
'Liam Yardley is dead?'
