“Interesting!”
Su Yu laughed. “The outside world knows that Ling Heng is dead, and so does Dao Wang. Dao Cheng has the heaven-hunting talent list in his hands... but it’s a pity that the outside world is now transmitting the news as a whole, not individually!”
In this way, naturally, no one would deliberately send a message to Dao Cheng to tell him that Ling Heng was dead. There was no need for that.
At the stage of the Sun and moon, the only people who knew whether or not Ling Heng was dead were themselves or their family members. They were connected by blood.
If they were not connected by blood, even their teachers and friends would not give them their blood. For example, Dao Cheng would investigate whether or not gu Zhu was dead. He had collected a strand of hair to deal with him.
When it came to the sun and moon, these things would not be leaked.
Therefore, Su Yu was certain that unless there was a direct descendant of Ling Heng here, no one would know that he was dead.
