บท 643: Master, I've Broken Through!

The three disciples received Qin Yun's heritage, while far away in the Cloud Ink Sect, Elder Qian was hosting a banquet.

In the hall, there were dancers performing.

Elder Qian sat at the seat of honor with several immortals sitting beside him. They were all chatting while drinking immortal brew.

"Uh—" Elder Qian, who was holding a wine cup while chuckling, suddenly widened his eyes before collapsing in his seat. He was no longer breathing.

"Daoist Qian."

"Junior Brother Qian."

A commotion stirred as everyone surged over. However, Elder Qian's soul had already dissipated. He was completely dead.