"Seventh elder, seventh elder, seventh elder." A panicked voice echoed in the surroundings.
Hearing the voice, Rong Xue frowned.
"What's the meaning of so much ruckus?" She asked and rushed out of her room.
"Seventh elder…, it's terrible." A young man shouted; his face paler than milk.
"Collect yourself and speak calmly." Rong Xue admonished, her voice filled with disdain.
"Seventh elder, the soul lamp has gone out." The young man finally said.
Unfortunately, his words were still incomprehensible.
"Whose soul lamp has gone out?"
"The patriarch's soul lamp has gone out." The young man repeated.
However, when he looked to see the seventh elder's reaction, he found no one.
'Where did the seventh elder go?' He looked around with a confused expression.
"Rong Mu." A female voice called, interrupting the young man's confusion.
Turning around, Rong Mu saw Lin Xiang.
