The news of Yun Lintian's and Wang Jue's death quickly spread among everyone in the divine city. It was difficult to believe the peerless geniuses of the generation had passed away just like that. Everyone could only sigh in pity and move on. After all, it wasn't the first time that geniuses had fallen.
Naturally, there would be a concerned party. The news of Wang Jue's death didn't actually cause much impact on the Wang clan, but they couldn't simply lose their faces and let this matter go. There must be someone who took responsibility for this, and the Frozen Moon Palace was an obvious target.
In a spacious room, Wang Jun was sitting on a comfortable chair while leisurely sipping a tea. There was no agitation or sadness on his face. It was as though Wang Jue's death didn't matter to him.