Lu Ming's expression immediately darkened and had gone bitter as if he didn't want to speak about it anymore.
The disciples of the Gold sect were left dumbstruck there.
Their body stood numb as if a sudden thunder had struck upon them.
All of them were there except for Liu Jin and Haitao!
Troubled by it, Mu Yang turned to Lu Ming and inquired tensely: "Between, Liu Jin and Haitao, who is it?"
Lu Ming looked at him and said dejectedly: "It's Haitao. His cultivation base was the lowest amongst the junior disciples. It was too late when I went to save him. He had wrecked his cultivation and had died."
There was a tense silence amongst the disciple of the Gold sect. Their faces turned into that of dispiritedness and sadness, as feelings of loss lingered around them when they learned about their comrade's death.
Haitao was one cheerful and bright junior and a comrade. His deceased indeed had shaken them.
"Then, what about Liu Jin?"
