How could Su Ying not recognize him as the one who had laid down the sky-sealing net that day? She lowered her head, laughed twice, and replied, "You must be this generation's Daoist Fuxiang of the Subduing Elephant Sect... If Senior Brother had not come to my Red God Palace, that title should have been his."
Years of doubt were instantly resolved. The once-famous genius of the Great Lake of Dense Marshes, Feng Ming, the great disciple of the Subduing Elephant Sect who had suddenly fallen, the beloved apprentice for whom his master had wrung his hands in regret even at the end of his life, had not actually died.
Instead, he had been sent to the Red God Palace by the great lakeside sects who colluded with the Divine Path cultivators.
"What about Senior Brother? Where is he? Is he still alive?!"
With Feng Ming's aptitude, he should have reached the Profound Division Realm by now. Seeing no sign of him, Daoist Fuxiang knew in his heart that the news was more likely to be grim. Su Ying's expression, however, suddenly turned cold.
"He is a disciple of my Red God Palace. What makes him your senior brother!"
"Back then, after Master brought him into the sect, the two of us cultivated and discussed the Dao together..."