Three days had passed. The elders of the Yu Family were no longer willing to wait. They didn't believe Lin Xuan could possibly emerge alive.
"I told you so," Yu Huatian said. "That kid was never coming out, yet you didn't believe me. What a waste of three days."
"He was engulfed by countless Nine Heavens Spiritual Fires. Not even a Grandmaster could survive that, let alone him."
The Yu Family elders sighed. They had actually held on to that fantasy, but thinking back now, it was utterly foolish. There was no way the boy could have withstood it. There was no point in wasting any more time.
Yu Shiqie's face was pale. She stared at the distant Xuankong Mountain and murmured, "How could it end like this? How could Young Master Lin die? He's a top-tier Alchemy Master who has even mastered an Ultimate Skill like the Heaven-Burning Fire!"
"Hmph, no matter what he mastered, he's still dead," Yu Huatian said, gloating.
