"Indeed, it's a pity that after hundreds of years of cultivation, Taoist Friend Fan met his demise in an unexpected sneak attack by the bloodthirsty beasts," Fang Yao heaved a sigh with an expression of genuine regret for Fan Lingzi's fall.
"In our pursuit of cultivation, defying the heavens is our course. Perishing along the path is not unusual. All we can do now is to collect Taoist Friend Fan's body with care," said the green-robed elder, Shan Changfeng, who, upon hearing the words, spoke with an indifferent look.
Fairy Muwu also appeared somewhat sorrowful. Though she said nothing, with a flick of her sleeve, a ribbon in her hand flew out and retrieved the body of the white-robed scholar not far away.
"The Flying Lotus Island, where Taoist Friend Fan Lingzi resided, is not far from my Minor Kui Island, and we had a good rapport. I shall take his body back to the island and hand it over to his disciples for burial," Fairy Muwu said in a somber voice.