Ye Feng's voice was heavy. He looked at the Blind Taoist's face and took a deep breath. He could endure the twisted meridians in his lower body, like burning. He said heavily, "Both elders are dead."
"What!?"
The old blind man's face changed: "He died?"
"Impossible! He had already entered into Yuan Ying. At least he had the life of a family! How could he die!"
