Ning Wuxu held the jade talisman Qin Feng handed him, gently rubbing it, silent for a while.
Inside this jade talisman was a wisp of Liu Xuanling's Qi, and it was because the talisman hadn't shattered that Ning Wuxu hadn't completely believed his most beloved disciple was dead.
After a long time, he shifted his gaze away from the talisman, sighing softly, "Enough, there's no need for self-blame in you all. At this point, it's no one's fault. After all, no one had expected to be transported to the Abyss World, nor to encounter the pursuit of an Abyss Lord.
Otherwise, with Feng'er's abilities, he would surely have brought you all back safely!"
Though his words seemed to comfort everyone, there was no sign of ease in his own heart.
Liu Xuanling was his most cherished disciple, and even though Qin Feng had achieved so much, Liu Xuanling remained the most favored in Ning Wuxu's eyes.
