"Tomorrow you will go to the martial arts training ground with Lingge." Fen You lowered his eyes and looked at her coldly.

Hearing the word "Lingge", Di Youyou's face looked unhappy. She could not resist Fen You's order and had to respond.

"yes."

A flash of purple light flashed in Fenyou's eyes, but no one could see it.

…

now_

The Di family camp is a remote place with several stone houses surrounded by demonic plants.

There were twenty or thirty young disciples crowded in the large stone house in the middle. The atmosphere was gloomy and depressing, and they were dejected.

They all had some injuries on their bodies.

The young disciple lying on the bed, his face pale and lips dry and cracked, his limbs bandaged with white cloth. His eyes were dim and lifeless. He slowly asked, "...Young...Young Master is really dead?"

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room became even more depressing.

Di Nanshu pursed her lips. She had received a message from Di Zhicheng not long ago, and the other disciples had also received the message, but she could not believe the fact that the young master had died.

She immediately used the communication crystal to send a message to the young master, but there was still no response from the other side.

So, she sent another message to ask Di Zhicheng why he suddenly said that the young master had died?

However, there was no news from Di Zhicheng.

She was extremely anxious, so she sent two disciples out to gather information, and specifically asked them to change out of their red uniforms that belonged to the Emperor's family.

So that they are not deliberately targeted.

"Not necessarily." Di Nanshu looked at Di Lesu on the bed with a complicated expression and said comforting words.