Li Mu couldn't help but feel sad.
Chang Ming had never had a good day in his life.
The only period of peace was when he was sweeping the floors of the Xuantian Sect. Unfortunately, he had broken it and brought him onto a dangerous path.
It wasn't luck that allowed Chang Ming to get to where he was today. It was his extremely strong willpower and belief to survive.
Today, he was gone.
In a sense, Chang Ming had illuminated another path of cultivation for him.
Otherwise, with his aptitude, no matter how many pills he had, it would be impossible for him to become immortal in just tens of thousands of years.
A sad mood gradually enveloped the library and spread towards the great formation.
In a room on the sixth floor of the library.
A few days later, Wei Yang gradually woke up.
A familiar smell came from the formation, and Wei Yang felt much more at ease.
