''Death's Chant?''
The white-robed old man mumbled in a voice filled with disbelief as he stared at Liu Mei's hand that was covered with black strands of death qi.
As for the yellow-robed disciples, they had all fallen silent as they heard the old man's voice that reverberated throughout the spacious hall.
A few seconds later, a young man looked at the elder who was dressed in white robes, before he asked in a hesitant voice
''Elder Zhuan... weren't the requirements for a disciple to train in 'Death's Chant', that they first had to comprehend the Dao of Death?''
The white-robed elder turned his eyes to look at the young man who had just spoken and nodded his head with a serious look in his eyes, before he once again turned his gaze towards the screen of light at the center of the hall, at Liu Mei's figure that had already started to disappear.
