"Yang Qing is dead!"

Regret, pain, and loss welled in a thousand pairs of eyes.

The gloom deepened.

"Yang Qing...." Zhao Changtian and Yi Qingfeng exchanged looks. There was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Clearly, this name rang a bell for them as well.

"Night Wishes for Snow and Lan Boli are at the Stone Gate of a Thousand Swords. The Sect Leader, Sect-Protector, and other elders have already gone over!" the middle-aged disciple said, heartbroken.

"Let's go see." Zhao Changtian and Yi Qingfeng hurried to leave.

It was not just them. Many mounted their own Immortal Cranes, flying towards the direction indicated.

"Let's go."

This was clearly something big.

Wu Yu had never met Yang Qing, but he was his second senior brother after all.

Su Yanli and the others must be heartbroken.

Hundreds of Immortal Cranes and Heavenly Cloud Rocs broke through the clouds, headed for the Stone Gate of a Thousand Swords. It was a rousing scene.

"Zhao Changtian!"

Wu Yu chased from behind. It was Zhao Changtian and Yi Qingfeng in front of him.

With such a grave matter on hand, they had already forgotten their dissatisfaction...