"Master, Yan Gu is dead."
Kaya's voice held a mix of sorrow, surprise, and anger.
"Mm."
Xu Qing nodded.
Of course.
Xu Qing felt no particular affection for Yan Gu. After all, he had been the one to pull Yan Gu from death row, granting him a new life.
Now, Yan Gu was dead.
In any case.
The saying goes, "You check the master's face before you beat his dog." Even if it was just a dog you'd raised for a long time, you would still feel a pang of sadness if it suddenly died one day.
That was how he felt now.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Xu Qing noticed Yan Gu clutching something in his hand. It was a scrap of cloth, but its material was surprisingly high-grade—not something an ordinary person would wear.
So, Xu Qing took the scrap of cloth and examined it closely for a moment. He wracked his brain, and a suspicion began to form.
'A Qi Refiner from the Ninefold Immortal Sect.'
Xu Qing mused.
