Elder White POV
The space suddenly split apart.
Slender white legs stepped out of the crack followed by the figure of a beautiful woman.
Elder White frowned the moment she saw the devastation.
Her gaze moved slowly across the land. Everything around her was scorched and emptied. The ground was glass. The air still trembled.
She then looked toward the faint location where she had last sensed him.
"…Did you die…? Why?"
Her voice was quiet.
She bit her lips hard, and a drop of blood slid down.
This area was under the Heavenly Sect.
Coming here was dangerous for any Martial Artist.
Yet she had ignored the risk and rushed here.
Only to realize Neo had died when she was barely half a day away.
Her shoulders trembled.
"Why did you… die?"
Her tone remained cold, but the pain inside it was clear.
It carried longing. It carried sorrow.
It took her several breaths to steady herself again.
She looked around more carefully.
She quickly formed a guess.
