Just when all the Pathfinders were itching to move, trying to attain the Dao in this era.
The Jinhong Clan also appeared at the place where his mother had died, his face full of shock, grief, and a dazed disbelief.
After hearing the news of his mother's death from Xiluo, the Jinhong Clan had almost immediately abandoned cultivation and rushed over with his life on the line.
However, the deed was already done; no matter how anxious he was, the Jinhong Clan could not change the fact of his mother's death.
"Who was it? Who the hell did this!?"
Roaring with a nearly repressed fury, the Jinhong Clan at this moment perfectly embodied what it meant for one's eyes to crack with rage.
Yet no matter how he howled, all that answered him was the deathly silence around him.
The breeze brushed past his ears, sunlight shone upon his body…
But the Jinhong Clan felt an unprecedented chill and desolation, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.
