"How are you all?"
Once things had settled and he was sure Wusheng was gone, Yang An opened the bronze ring on his hand and contacted the Traitorous Scripture Society.
In that situation just now, he had had no way to protect those few. Fortunately, he had warned them to run beforehand. Otherwise, even if he escaped, they would not have been able to.
The bronze rings were equivalent to a castrated version of the Flesh-Tree. So long as the distance between the rings did not exceed three prefectures, they could receive one another's messages. Clearly, they could not have crossed three prefectures in such a short time.
Very quickly, Heart and the others sent word. They were all safe, and nothing else had happened afterward.
"Where are you?"
At that moment, Broken Hand's voice suddenly sounded from within the bronze ring.
Among those captured by Xuan You, Broken Hand had not been included. Somehow, he had escaped Xuan You's pursuit, and only now had he finally contacted everyone.
Within the Flesh-Tree, he had already learned that Xuan You had used the Traitorous Scripture Society members to threaten Yang An. Thus, while everyone's safety had still been uncertain, he had never shown himself.
Now that he had learned everyone was safe, he finally sent a message.
At the same time, he was deeply shocked. He had never expected Yang An to truly have a way to save them from Xuan You's hands.
He had thought their final destination would be as the Workshop Master had said: being able to preserve their souls and rebuild themselves would already have been the greatest fortune.
He still remembered when Yang An had first joined the Traitorous Scripture Society. The first time Yang An carried out a task assigned by the Workshop Master, he