My family thought I was already dead, and the only event I could remember that might have led them to that conclusion was when the demi-humans attacked the academy. After the pillars of the corridor crumbled from the explosion below me, my cultivation base transferred me to a safer place.
That was the only time I disappeared from the academy. Since they couldn't find my body, they must have considered me dead, especially since it wasn't a simple terrorist attack.
I sighed, my frustration making my body heavy as night arrived. I still hadn't eaten, and I could feel my stomach growling. But that wasn't my primary concern; I needed to know how to face this dilemma.
My death wasn't real, and I wanted them to know it. However, I didn't want to surprise them by showing up without any signs of being alive.
I already understood why they believed I was dead, but I needed to confirm it before deciding my next actions.
