On Heming Mountain, sorrow spans the wild!
Below and above the Heavenly Master Sect, from Elders to ordinary disciples, all wore faces as pale as death, as if mourning a profound loss.
Xuan Nan, Xuan Gang, Xuan Jin, Xuan Mu, Xuan Bei, and Xuan Ku, six Elders, gathered together discussing how to cope with the current crisis.
However, none of the six spoke; their faces were ashen, accompanied by sighs of despair.
Just when they felt utterly helpless, a beam of light soared from Heming Mountain straight into the Nine Heavens Cloud.
"What's happening?" asked Xuan Gang in astonishment.
Narrowing his eyes, Xuan Nan said, "It's coming from the direction of the back mountain, could it be that Little Yuu has left his retreat?"
"Little Yuu? Elder Brother Xuan Nan, you mean Sect Leader's Closed-door Disciple Gongzi Yuu, right? Wasn't he crippled by Immortal Master Li?" Xuan Bei asked, puzzled.
