In death, all heavenly creatures were the same. Wu Qingyou, the once revered Juhua Palace Master, now lay among his fallen comrades, his once radiant form indistinguishable from that of his humblest retainers.
"I can't believe it," Li Haoran whispered as he stared at Wu Qingyou's lifeless body.
Song Weiyang's usually steady hand trembled as he raised it to his lips. The color of his face was not quite right, it almost looked like he was on the verge of vomiting.
Yang Jiali clicked with her tongue in regret.
Zhou Guizheng remained quiet the entire time. He observed the wounds on Wu Qingyou's body and noticed the old as well as the new wounds.
The Juhua Palace Master was already greatly wounded when he returned from the Golden Dragon Palace. Knowing that his condition disallowed much resistance, Xie Jianzhi chose to attack Juhua Palace first.
