"One-armed and dressed in white... It's really him." Song Qingluo was practically beside himself, his eyes gleaming with admiration as he gazed at Xu Yunhe.
"You little brat, you're never this excited to see me," Song Changsheng chided with a laugh. He then turned to Song Xiantu and said, "Clan Elder, please have a table of fine food and wine sent to my room. Brother Yunhe and I haven't seen each other in many years and would like to catch up."
「Liuyun Mountain Range, Earth Fire Sect Headquarters.」
Li Tiancheng kept his head down, his steps hurried. When disciples greeted him along the path, he failed to offer his usual nod in return.
He strode quickly to a sealed stone chamber and announced in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Reporting to the Sect Leader! Just a moment ago, the Steward in charge of the Soul Lamps came to report that Senior Brother Cheng's Soul Lamp... has gone out."
"What? Who did this!"
Chang Wudao's voice was so full of fury that it sent loose stones tumbling down.
