Meanwhile, Xing Wuji, the patriarch of the Chenxing family, sat at the very edge, surrounded by a faint silver starlight. He looked like a dark star enveloped by a galaxy, making it almost impossible to see his face.

He was mostly silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

“Brother Jinwu, why did you call us here in such a hurry? What happened?” Yue Wuhen put down his wine cup, his voice gentle and refined.

Jin Wuyai looked at the two of them and said in a low voice, “My eldest son perished in the twentieth heaven. His soul and spirit were destroyed.”

Yue Wuhen’s smile paused slightly.

The starlight of Xing Wuji flickered slightly before returning to normal.

“The twentieth heaven?”