"He is already dead," Ye Xuan said slowly.
"What?!"
As soon as these words came out, the people of the Emperor Immortal Sect were suddenly greatly shocked and dismayed.
Even the members of the Ye Family and the Mo family looked incredulous.
They had learned about Ning Zongtang from their elders, a legendary young genius from forty thousand years ago in the East Desolate, already bearing the title of Sword Saint at that time.
Wasn't he perfectly fine last month, how come he is dead now?
Could it have been done by the Five Dominators of East Desolation and the Divine Dragon Azure Sea?!
Subconsciously, this was what they all thought.
"Is this true?" Zhou Youwei looked at Ye Xuan, her complexion somewhat pale.
"Mhm," Ye Xuan nodded slightly, looking in the direction of Zhongxuan Mountain, and said softly, "His sword pointed to the future of the Emperor Immortal Sect."
In his opinion, Ning Zongtang could have chosen not to die.
But everyone makes their own choices.
