"...Dai Shangyu is just like that." Xu Chang lifted a pair of reddened eyes, speaking hoarsely, "Disciples who have lost their value are cast aside like worn-out shoes, starting with his own master. If only Xiao Feng had had more people around him to care for and comfort him..."
Pei Ye remained silent.
The Soul Taker had appeared in Kongtong seven years ago.
Just a few days ago, they had still been thinking in Bowang city that Happy Death Tower wouldn't dare to target such a large sect so easily; therefore, they could only ambush solitary martial artists or heirs from smaller sects.
But now it seemed that their targeting Kongtong disciples was not a desperate gamble, but rather something they were well-practiced in.
Or perhaps only after Kongtong had been nearly wiped out did this poison begin to flow outwards.
And now, a new generation of talents was growing up.
"After Ji Feng's defeat, weren't there many people who went to visit him?"
