Though the small world had been a trap, the medicinal herb Xie Ningyuan needed was at least real—a lure to bait him.
Therefore, upon escaping, his first thought was to deliver the herb to the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. His master might still be waiting for him.
Xie Ningyuan stepped out of the void. Without bothering to greet anyone else, he went straight to his master's residence.
However, the person waiting inside for him was not his master, but…
"Master Ting Chan?"
The man standing by the bed with his back to him slowly turned. "You're back."
Xie Ningyuan was surprised but didn't think much of it. He just took a few quick steps forward. "How is Master? I've brought back the medicinal herb!"
However, as he drew closer, with Ting Chan no longer blocking his view, he saw his master lying on the bed, already dead.
There were still fresh bloodstains by the corner of his lips, a clear sign he had just died.
