"Xing'er, what happened? Who hurt you?"
He soon met the Startling Rainbow from afar. It was indeed Xing'er.
But at this moment, she looked utterly bedraggled. With a single sweep of his eyes, Lin Xuan knew her injuries were far from minor. At the corner of her mouth, faint traces of crimson blood still lingered.
"I'm fine. On my way back, I ran into one of Corpse King Jinyue's subordinates. Fortunately, after a fierce battle, I managed to kill the powerful enemy in the end..."
Xing'er's words sounded rather unconcerned.
This was no longer ancient times. Across all of Underworld Hell, there were already very few beings still loyal to the Asura King. Corpse King Jinyue was even more wildly ambitious, trying by every possible means to prevent the king from recovering her strength, wanting to kill her while she was still in the bud. For something like this to happen was not at all surprising.
"So that's how it was."
After hearing the beginning and end of the matter from her, Lin Xuan's expression naturally became quite dejected as well.
Over these years, Yue'er must have suffered a great deal.
"Are you certain you shook off all the pursuers?"
"That should be the case!"
Xing'er said as much, but she did not have one hundred percent certainty either. There were extremely many types among the Ghost Race of the Underworld Realm, and no small number of them were skilled in concealment arts.
On the surface, though she had slain the powerful enemy, whether there had been any fish that slipped through the net was indeed not something she could say very clearly.
"All right. Since that's the case, we'll leave this place."
Lin Xuan's strength went without saying; he could even slay an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence Stage existence. But