Lin Mu glanced at Daoist Chu and Monk Hushu, whose expressions mirrored his own grim anticipation.
The temple—the peace, the routine—it was all suspended now in the space between heartbeats.
Whatever Elder Jin had to say, it would change everything.
And deep down, Lin Mu already suspected:
Their peaceful time at the Green Lotus Temple might just be over.
As much as he had hoped it might last a little longer, that hope was rapidly slipping away.
They all watched with bated breath as Elder Jin finally spoke.
"The Thunderfall War Emperor... has died," he revealed.
"Who?" Lin Mu asked, confusion flashing across his face.
The name meant nothing to him. But from the gravity of Elder Jin's words and the solemn expressions of the others, he could tell this was no ordinary individual.
"He died?!" Daoist Chu, however, was visibly stunned.
"When?" Monk Hushu asked immediately.
