Who Did It?

The Moon hung low over the lands, with its pale light casting long trembling shadows over many ancient sects. 

What's going on? 

Many disciples couldn't help rubbing their shoulders, feeling that the weather was unnaturally cold. 

Hey… when was the last time they've felt any weatherly cold?

They thinned their lips, quivering as they went about their merry ways. 

The air was heavy with a strange suffocating tension, as if the heavens themselves had paused in anticipation. 

But what they didn't know was that a select within their sect had now gathered with strange grim faces. 

"You all can sense it right?... The Lich—master of forbidden arts and the architect of countless activities, has suddenly vanished." 

In fact, saying he Vanished was putting it mildly. He was DEAD. 

His fate was calculated and it was discovered.