The Red Dragon coiled on Xu Xuan's shoulder, now too weak to be mischievous, drooped its head in despair as it looked at the person in the center of the light sphere.
Ming Hao was dead.
This was an outcome no one had anticipated; Fu Tongling's tears flowed freely, and Ming Hao's father, Fu Tonglong, had aged considerably in an instant.
The atmosphere of grief infected everyone.
Who was Ming Hao?
The older generation had watched him grow up, and the new generation had all been helped by him.
Ming Hao had a noble character and his dealings with others were as refreshing as a spring breeze; on the path of cultivation, he was a genius among geniuses.
His cultivation wasn't limited to Foundation Establishment; in the future, he would surely have reached Golden Core, or even Nascent Soul.
His prospects were bright, but no one had imagined that Ming Hao would meet his end here.
The light sphere before them was not Ming Hao's soul, but his True Spirit, the essence of his soul.
