Night fell on Gale Hall.
Candlelight flickered.
"Xu Yang, what right do you have to still be alive!"
Ji Yun had also heard the news of Xu Yang's return, and his face was so grim it could have frozen water.
His own Direct Disciple, Kong Yu—the top Dragon Ascension Talent from Qingyuan County, a genius with an A-class Root Bone, ranked third among the Purple Sun Sect's Ten Heroes—had died in the sect. What right did a bumpkin like Xu Yang have to return alive, parading his success and showing off his might?
'This was something only his disciple, Kong Yu, should have been able to do.'
The thought of Kong Yu being dead while Xu Yang lived made him curse the heavens for their injustice.
'Why did an idiot like Xu Yang get to live, while my own brilliant, exceptionally talented disciple, Kong Yu, had to die?'
"Why?"
