"Where is Dean Ji? Has he lost his mind?" Li Fan keenly sensed the crux of the problem and inquired.
Huangfu Song glanced at Li Fan, clearing his throat.
"Dean Ji's cultivation level is beyond comprehension; naturally, he couldn't lose his will. Unfortunately, those accompanying cultivators were no weaklings. Together, even Dean Ji had some difficulty holding them off. To ensure his safety, Dean Ji had no choice but to kill them all."
Huangfu Song expressed regret.
Upon hearing this, Li Fan and the others were momentarily startled, then seemed to understand but dared not think deeply.
"It was indeed too perilous; no wonder it had to be temporarily sealed."
Li Fan said, agreeing.
Huangfu Song cast a warning glance at Li Fan and transmitted a message: "Youngster, I've told you what I can. Don't push your luck."
Li Fan pretended not to hear.