Life Crane Sect.
Fu Ming trudged toward the Heavenly Respect Pavilion, his steps faltering. Every couple of paces, a violent cough wracked his body.
As he walked, he slowly came to a halt and looked to the southeast, where a burst of light had just erupted.
Even from a kilometer away, the light was as blinding as the sun.
A faint smile touched Fu Ming's lips.
But just as he looked away, ready to continue toward the Heavenly Respect Pavilion, his feet froze. He gazed toward the southeast once more.
"This won't do... Senior Brother!"
He shook his head gently, then changed direction and headed toward the place where the light had erupted.
...
One breath!
It had only taken a single breath.
Zi Luan hadn't even had time to reveal his true form before he was reduced to a pile of ash in Yang An's hands.
