Leading them was a vigorous elder, none other than Li Kunsheng, the Cyan Dragon Sect Master.
"What happened?"
Li Kunsheng looked at Zhao Xuanqi, who was wreathed in Black Flame, and asked the Rotating Elder with a grave expression.
"I don't know. It all happened so suddenly, without any warning."
The Elder shook his head, his face grim.
"What do we do? It's been almost two years, and his condition has been stable the whole time. How could this suddenly happen? The situation in the Divine Land is already dire; we can't afford for him to have another setback," someone beside Li Kunsheng said in a low voice.
Li Kunsheng fell silent for a moment, looking up at the ceiling of the Secret Land. Nine small, sun-like orbs hung there, radiating light.
