Zhao Gang trembled all over but dared not speak.
"Zhao Gang, you have my condolences. The Cold Flame Sect will definitely conduct Elder Zhao's funeral with the highest honors. Spend more time with your sister." Han Chao sighed and then left.
The others also left one after another.
"Uncle, what do we do now?" Wei Yu, the eldest disciple of Lingyin Peak, looked at Zhao Gang with a sorrowful expression.
Wei Yu was the senior disciple of Lingyin Peak and had the highest cultivation among this generation of disciples, having reached the Golden Core Peak.
"You all wait outside, I'll go see my sister." After Zhao Gang finished speaking, he entered without looking back.
Very soon, Zhao Gang arrived at the place where his sister was.
This was a training room, with a thousand-year-old ice bed inside.
His sister was lying on the ice bed, still conscious, but her skin was crimson red, which was quite frightening.
As Zhao Gang approached, he could feel the scorching heat.
