"Teacher!"
Jian Wushuang communicated with his mentor.
"Yes." It did not take long for Xuan Yi to respond.
"Second Senior Brother has gone..." Jian Wushuang said with grief.
"I know it already." Xuan Yi exhaled lightly and continued. "All fates are pre-destined. It was his inescapable destiny. I cannot help it, too."
Jian Wushuang heaved a heavy and sorrowful breath as well.
"That should hardly be the only matter you reach out to me for, is it not?" Xuan Yi said.
"Indeed, Teacher." Jian Wushuang answered. "There is a problem that I need your help with."
"Problem? Continue." Xuan Yi replied, his tone still cool and indifferent as ever.
Xuan Yi had four disciples, all of which had reached the level of Dao Masters; most notably Jian Wushuang who was now one of the strongest warriors of the Green Fire World. But never had he requested for favors from his disciples, rather, it was his students who had repeated reached to him for help.
