Mei Shouyi heard the message, and his expression instantly stiffened.
He looked somewhat helplessly at the Little Purple Spirit Elephant at his feet, shook his head, sighed deeply, and then said with regret,
"Ah, it seems that Mei has misspoken. This little fellow indeed deserves some pity. However, I recall that the Purple Spirit Elephant Clan was quite a significant tribe in He State back in the day, though his parents..."
"Most likely, about eighty to ninety percent of his fellow tribespeople are no more, having suffered the same catastrophe as his parents."
Mei Shouyi's words were cut off mid-sentence by the Taoist's transmitted message.
"Uh..."
He opened his mouth and stood frozen in place, like a goose whose neck had been invisibly grasped.
Jin Xu, seeing him in this state, gently shook his head.
He added in an emotionless transmitted message.
"That disaster occurred just half an hour ago."
"..."
