The Second Elder's face was full of anger, a terrifying aura of murder bursting from within him.
"What did you say? Qingcheng... she's dead?"
Murong Qingcheng was his most beloved granddaughter, with outstanding talent in cultivation throughout the Sacred Land, always the pride of the Second Elder, the treasure he cherished most in his heart.
Upon hearing that his granddaughter died tragically on the mysterious and unfathomable Holy Road, the Second Elder felt his world collapse.
"That's right, Murong Qingcheng is dead." Tianlan Holy Master nodded slightly, his face carrying a look of deep sorrow.
"Who was it? Who exactly did this vile deed?"
The Second Elder's body trembled slightly from anger.
"I suspect it was Qinghe Holy Land's Kunpeng Taoist." The Second Elder said word by word through gritted teeth.
To have the capability to strike against Murong Qingcheng on the Holy Road, Kunpeng Taoist was the most likely candidate.
