At the Qingyun Sect…
When Qing Fengzi returned, a myriad of emotions etched on his face. He seemed serious but at the same time joyful. There was also a hint of fear on his face, and he looked like he had the urge to laugh.
Soon, he came to the Elder Hall. There were a lot of powerful martial artists there. The atmosphere was tense, but he could smell a hint of trepidation from the air.
"Fengzi, what is going on out there?" An old man asked, "Could it be that they are fighting against each other?"
"Nope," Qing Fengzi replied as he shook his head.
"Then what is it?" The old man harrumphed. "Stop beating around the bushes and get straight to the point!"
"I'm sorry, Martial Uncle. Please give me some time to calm down first," Qing Fengzi said, laughing bitterly. After a short while, his expression became serious as he said, "The Yinmo Sect, Long Yuan, and the Submerged Dragon Immortal Union have been destroyed!"