Qiong felt a sense of unease, a restlessness that prevented him from calming his heart. He stopped teaching Di, Xuan, and the other seven, and went to his Master's place of seclusion. Primordial Beginning's secluded chamber was completely empty, as if Primordial Beginning had never existed.
"Master!"
Qiong slumped against the corner, utterly distraught. He knew his Master was dead. Primordial Beginning had explained life and death to Qiong many times, but having never experienced death himself, Qiong could never truly comprehend the expression on Primordial Beginning's face when he spoke of "death."
So this was death.
"Saint Teacher, what is the matter?"
Di asked.
Qiong looked at his eight students, a profound sorrow rising within him. In a trembling voice, he said, "Master Primordial Beginning, your grandmaster... has entered the cycle of reincarnation."
"Remember this. This is the Rule of Life and Death Reincarnation."
Although Di and the other seven had never attended Primordial Beginning's lectures, they had often played around him, and their feelings for him were no less deep than Qiong's. It was just that they were still in a state of naive ignorance, not truly understanding what "death" meant.
Qiong sighed.
These eight students still had a long way to go before they grew up.