A few days later.
Li Wuyou led many disciples of the Hana School to bring the bodies of Hua Liufeng and Hua Yunsu back to the Hana School from Yangzhou City.
On this day, the sky was overcast with dark clouds.
The wind was bone-chilling.
Many Elders and disciples of the Hana School were standing at the entrance of Mount Huayun.
They were dressed in white.
They wore white hair.
They were waiting with sad faces.
At the front of the crowd was a middle-aged woman in mourning clothes.
Her face was haggard.
There was a kind of lifeless despair between her eyebrows.
And pain.
This was the person Li Wuyou chose to nourish the soul, Ni Yunshang.
She had not slept for five consecutive days.
Every time she closed her eyes.
She saw the voices and smiles of her husband and daughter.
They appeared in front of her eyes.
She still couldn't believe it.
Her husband was a fifth-level Supreme Power Master, and her daughter was also a first-level Master. How could they be killed?
She even had a glimmer of hope.
This news was fake.
Clatter!
Clatter!
Everyone waited for about an hour.
The dark clouds in the sky were denser, and there were faint signs of rain.
At the foot of Mount Huayun, the shadows of Li Wuyou and others also appeared.
They were all dressed in white.
At the front, Li Wuyou was carrying Bai Ling on his shoulder.
A sorrowful aura blew against his face.
Behind them, there were two coffins.
They were carried by the disciples.
They were coming slowly.
"No!"
Ni Yunshang's body stiffened, and her face instantly turned pale. Then, she ran down the mountain like crazy.
"Madam Sect Master!"
The elders and some of the inner disciples followed after him.
Soon after.
Everyone came to the two coffins.
Ni Yunshang was at the front.
She trembled, and her slender fingers grabbed the coffin. Her eyes suddenly turned red.
"Open it!"
"Open it for me!"
Ni Yunshang gritted her teeth and almost screamed crazily.
She still couldn't believe it.
"Madam Sect Master!"
Li Wuyou frowned and wanted to stop her.
"Open it!"
Ni Yunshang turned her head. Her face was full of tears, and her eyes were murderous.
At the same time, there was a strong pleading tone.
Li Wuyou looked at the elders.
The other party also had sorrowful looks on their faces. Then, they sighed one after another.
"Open it."
Li Wuyou instructed the disciples who were carrying the coffin.
Creak.
The lid of the coffin was lifted.
Hua Liufeng and Hua Yunsu's corpses were revealed.
Hua Liufeng's chest collapsed.
He died with his eyes wide open.
As for Hua Yunsu, her entire body was shattered. Only her head was intact.
That situation was truly quite miserable.
"This …"
All the surrounding elders and disciples stiffened as they felt an indescribable sense of despair.
There was also a sense of powerlessness and sadness.
Were the Sect Leader and Eldest Senior Sister really dead?
And he died in such a horrible way?
"Ah …"
Amidst the dead silence, Ni Yunshang suddenly let out a hoarse wail.
That voice was sharp and miserable to the extreme.
Ni Yunshang's hand that was holding the coffin was so tight that it turned pale.
Tears also flowed down uncontrollably.
"Why!"
"God!"
"Give me back my husband and my daughter … Ah …"
Sorrowful cries filled the sky.
They filled the entire Mount Huayun.
They were moved by the smell.
Ni Yunshang's body suddenly stiffened, and then she fainted.
"Madam Sect Leader!"
"Quick … Carry Madam back!"
The foot of Mount Huayun suddenly became chaotic.
Soon after, as a clap of thunder sounded in the sky, drizzling rain began to fall from the sky.
The sky became even darker.
It was gray.
In the rain, the people panicked and nervously covered the coffin.
They wanted the dead to rest in peace.
Those elders and disciples had their hair and clothes drenched by the rain.
Their faces were streaked with tears.
It was still rain.
In short, it was incomparably sad.
…
Vast Cloud Palace.
At this moment, the palace was completely devoid of its former liveliness.
There was no golden splendor.
Everywhere was shrouded in white.
Even the sculpture of the Spirit Water Flower Flower was covered by white silk.
A few elders surrounded the area.
All of them were frowning, and the wrinkles on their faces were deeper than carved by a knife.
Li Wuyou's face was also solemn.
"The revenge of the White Wolf of the Desert has spread throughout Jiangnan."
The rain outside flowed down along the eaves, fell on the steps at the entrance of the palace, and then flowed down.
The first elder's words also slowly echoed.
"The martial arts community of Jiangnan is in a state of panic. In just four or five days, seven or eight sects have already sent letters, asking the Hana School to solve this matter as soon as possible."
"They don't want the martial arts community of Jiangnan to be messed up by the White Wolf Clan!"
"This matter …"
"A bunch of bastards!"
Before the first elder could finish his words, the third elder, Lu Zhongyun, directly cursed.
When there was no accident.
Everyone worshipped the Hana School as if it was their ancestor.
They couldn't wait to kneel down and call it grandpa.
Now, something had happened.
All of them couldn't wait to cut ties with the Hana School, and they even wanted to hit the Hana School when it was down.
Did they forget how the Hana School took care of them in the past?
"Third junior brother, forget it!"
The first elder sighed slightly and shook his head helplessly.
"The martial arts community has always been like this."
"You and I have lived for so long, can't you see through it?"
"Now, let's quickly think of a way to solve the problem of the White Wolf Clan. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid the Hana School will …"
The first elder's words didn't go on.
But the meaning was very clear.
If the White Wolf Clan bit the Hana School, then the hundred years of foundation would be in danger.
"But now …"
The third elder frowned and said with a frown.
"There's no way."
"Master Hua is a fifth-grade expert … but …"
"Sigh!"
Everyone sighed.
They were at their wit's end.
Hua Liufeng was the strongest person in the entire Hana School, but he was killed.
What could they do?
Li Wuyou stood in front of the crowd. His face looked sad, but deep in his eyes, there was a faint sneer.
This scene was almost exactly the same as what he had expected.
Then, they could proceed to the next step.
"Elders."
After a short silence, Li Wuyou stood up.
His eyes were determined.
His young and handsome face was surging with generosity and enthusiasm.
"I have a way."
"What way do you have?"
When the elders heard this, they were all puzzled.
"Grandson, don't be rash!"
The third elder, Lu Zhongyun, frowned slightly, and his eyes became worried.
He was afraid that Li Wuyou would do something reckless.
Li Wuyou was the Hana School's only hope now.
He was also the pillar.
If something happened to him, then the Hana School would really be in danger!
"This is what I think."
Li Wuyou's eyes were filled with determination. He swept his gaze across the crowd and said in a deep voice,
"The white wolf's purpose is nothing more than revenge, and his main enemies are the master and his wife."
"In order to not affect the people of Jiangnan, to not let him hurt the disciples of the Hana School and destroy the foundation of our Mount Huayun."
"I think we should take the master's wife to the desert and lure the white wolf there."
"We can end all the grudges in the desert."
"In this way, no one will be affected!"
"How can this be?"
"Aren't you courting death?"
"No, no, you will put yourself in danger!"
As soon as Li Wuyou finished his words, the elders began to voice their objections.
Especially the third elder, Lu Zhongyun.
Even his beard was sticking up. He had painstakingly raised his grandson, the hope of the Hana School, how could he let him be in danger?
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