Prince Chunde was silent for a moment, and then slowly narrated the matter. When he heard that Wu Shi had died in Jiangyin City, the old monk's expression was finally no longer indifferent.

"Although Wushi's cultivation level is not as good as yours, his methods are also extraordinary. How could he die in such a small place? You said that the person who killed him was surnamed Ning, who was only eighteen years old this year."

The old monk looked at Prince Chunde solemnly.