Chu Lingyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the white-haired old man at the edge of the crowd. This person was an elder of the Long River Family named Xiao Ding, from roughly the same generation as them. Currently slumped on the ground, completely lacking the demeanor of a High-tier Professional, his eyes were crimson, and tears and snot streamed down his face. Faintly, he emitted twisted fluctuations of Spiritual Power, infecting a large swath of nearby Professionals who wailed simultaneously, "Feng'er!"
The wailing shook the heavens. Chu Lingyuan furrowed his brows deeply, his hands clenching behind his back. Immediately, the Spiritual Power radiating from the old man was halted. Sensing the disturbance, the white-haired old man leaped up from the ground, glaring furiously. "Chu Lingyuan! What is the meaning of this? Can I not even mourn my dead!?"
"Why brutally murder my Feng'er? You must give me an explanation. All of you must give me an explanation!
