At Mount Wu, several uneventful weeks passed following Zhang Fengxi's return to the Heavenly Realm.
Bai Ling was still hurt by Qiao Wei's rejection, but she was glad to have Qiao Wei for herself again, as a lover or a martial art brother.
One morning, Bai Siyang gathered all his senior disciples to disseminate the latest news from the cultivation world.
"Sect Leader Shang passed away unexpectedly last night," he announced with a grim expression.
The news struck like a bolt from a clear sky, giving rise to a murmur of bewilderment through the crowd.
"Shizun, the last time I saw Sect Leader Shang, he was brimming with vitality," Qiao Wei said with a crease between his brows.
"I met him last week during a night hunt, and he was as strong and robust as ever," Bai Siyang said with a sigh. "Ah, life and death are determined by heaven. Mortals can only bend their backs before the will of heaven."
