A few months later, Lingxiu Mountain entered the deep winter season.
In front of Tongtian Hall, two white-clothed disciples were chatting boredly.
"That Fei Hong has been in for almost a year. If he doesn't come out again, we have to go and see if something happened."
"Actually, I'm also worried. After all, he is still the registered disciple of Uncle Dongfang. If something happens to him, this uncle Dongfang, who protects his own disciples, has no choice but to kill us."
"Well, it's just that if this person is in retreat or something, iand we go in and ruined his advancement..."
"You're right. Let's wait a little longer, and if he's still inside, we'll go to Master Dongfang."
The two looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. If Fei Hong was an ordinary disciple of the imperial realm, they wouldn't even ask, and his life or death would have nothing to do with them.