"Nightmare, what the hell are you ranting about!" The white-browed elder of the Corpse Puppet Sect was somewhat puzzled by Nightmare's bizarre question, quickly marshalling his aura for a standoff while glaring coldly back at Nightmare.
Inside the hall, everyone stood still, completely clueless as to what was happening.
"There's a traitor in your Corpse Puppet Sect who killed my disciple!" Nightmare's eyes glowed slightly red.
Meng Wushang was his most beloved disciple, and the one with the most potential to inherit his mantle. His talent was recognized as the best among those in the Divine Passage Realm in Guangling's Cave World, which speaks volumes about his exceptional gifts.
But now he has been killed by one of his own? How could Nightmare bear such a thing?
