"Yes, why are we disciples the only ones here?"

Another disciple echoed this sentiment.

"Could it be...could it be that something really has happened to the sect?"

An older disciple, his face pale, spoke.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"No way? Our Qiankun Sect is one of the top ten sects in the Eastern Wilderness. Who would dare to cause trouble for us?"

A young, impetuous disciple said in disbelief.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Didn't you see the expressions on the faces of the five patriarchs?"

Another disciple quickly reminded him.

"..."

The disciples remained silent, trembling with fear.

They all felt the oppressive atmosphere.

They all knew that something big must have happened.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the five patriarchs to emerge from seclusion at the same time.

"What are you little brats making all that noise for?"

An elderly woman with a voluptuous figure, dressed in a red robe, said impatiently.

Her voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of an owl.

"Shut up, all of you!"

She shouted angrily.

"..."

All the disciples were too frightened to speak.

They all knew that this old woman was the most short-tempered of the five elders.

They didn't want to upset her.

"Why does it smell like blood here?"

An elderly man in a white robe, with a refined appearance, spoke with a frown.

He sniffed, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Hmm? This is... the aura of that kid Li Xiu!"

Another elderly man, dressed in a black robe and with a stern face, suddenly spoke.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Li Xiu? What happened to him?"

The old man in purple robes asked.

"He...he's dead!"

The old man in black robes spoke slowly and deliberately.

His voice was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.

"What?!"

The other four patriarchs were all shocked.