Qianyang Prefecture, Yuan Gu Ancient City, the Yuan Race.
SWISH—
A ripple of Soul suddenly stirred, penetrating deep into the space between the eyebrows of Yuan Haoguang, who was in the middle of his Hard Cultivation.
Yuan Haoguang's Soul trembled slightly. Immediately after, his cold, stern eyes opened, revealing an ancient aura of Dao rhythm.
'Ping'Er is dead?'
Terrifying wisps of Dao rhythm manifested in Yuan Haoguang's gaze!
As that wisp of aura flowed out, not far from him, within the Forbidden Land, Yuan Haoning—who had been concentrating on her Enlightenment Dao—also experienced a fluctuation in her own aura. The air around her grew several degrees colder.
"What is it, Haoguang?"
Yuan Haoning's fine brows furrowed slightly. She was rather displeased that Yuan Haoguang would forcefully send out a Soul ripple at such a critical moment, disturbing her Cultivation.
"Ping'Er is dead," Yuan Haoguang said, his voice low.
