Tong Li stared blankly at Zhao Yi, who lay motionless on the ground.
He could clearly feel that Zhao Yi's corpse no longer had a trace of life in it.
Everyone thought that, because his Direct Disciple had been slain by Ye Xiao, Tong Li would be enraged and take action.
But, he did nothing of the sort.
After a full ten breaths of time had passed, Tong Li finally managed a bitter smile, tore off the pendant around his neck, and tossed it towards where Ye Xiao stood.
"He was not skilled enough in his studies, he deserved this end. Not even able to defeat someone who had just reached the Heavenly Sovereign, he does not deserve to be my disciple, Tong Li."
"Having secluded myself in the mountains for a hundred years, I thought the world seemed small enough in my eyes, but now it appears I am still unworthy."
