"Old leader, you have to help me think of a way. Yang Shui is my most outstanding grandson, which is equivalent to your grandnephew. He died just like that, in such a miserable way!" Yang dingtian complained.
"Ahem ... Dingtian, I understand how you feel, but life and death are determined by fate in the trial. If yang Shui really goes to the trial and doesn't return, it can only be said that his fate is bad, and we can't do anything about it! "My condolences ..." The rocket cannon helplessly comforted.
"Old leader, you don't know, I just got the news! Our Shui Zhen wasn't killed by a spirit beast in the test, but by the everyday and every day sect's Zhang naipao!" Yang dingtian said in grief.
