Yu Yan’s expression sank. Turning his head, he looked at his own disciple with a pensive mood, as though he was hesitating about something. After a moment, he spoke up. “That’s Zi Mo’s spiritual beast, it’s emitting out a life passing cry from the Main Mountain. Zi Mo is currently mourning over the loss of his personal succeeding disciple.”
Zhu Yao was startled, and asked. “Ah? Have Sect Master Zi Mo ever taken in a personal succeeding disciple? Why didn’t I know about that? What’s his name?”
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