A bead of sweat seeped from Xu Xiaoshou's temple.
The next second.
"Lei Shuangxing, Luo Leilei, greetings to Senior Wuxiu. Thank you, Senior, for saving our lives back then!"
The sweat instantly streaked across his furrowed brow, circled halfway around his eye socket, then slid down the side of his high cheekbone and dripped off.
Xu Xiaoshou's entire face turned pale.
Lei Shuangxing, Luo Leilei...
Weren't they members of the Saint Slave?
Even if those two had not revealed their identities themselves.
That single address—"the Lei family boy, little Luo"—was enough for Xu Xiaoshou to understand everything completely.
Back at the Tiansang Spirit Palace, Ye Xiaotian had shattered the law with brute force and delivered a final blow to Lei Shuangxing and Luo Leilei as they attempted to flee through spatial teleportation.
When space collapsed, with only the strength of two Masters, even if they had more life-saving means, they had only the slimmest chance of escaping the turbulent flow of shattered space.
And after escaping, the more likely outcome would have been getting lost.
Yet these two had ultimately appeared in Eight Palaces Town, seemingly unscathed...
"Elder Sang saved them?"
Xu Xiaoshou's throat went dry, and bitterness filled the corners of his mouth.
That was right!
Wasn't it obvious? Such a massive incident had occurred at the Tiansang Spirit Palace, yet Elder Sang had not appeared at the back mountain until the very end.
So, had he only noticed the commotion at the Spirit Palace at that point?
Impossible! A powerhouse like him would not miss even the slightest rustle of wind or grass. How could he remain indifferent to the Spirit Palace's disastrous state? The most perfect explanation...
On one side were the Spirit Palace disciples. As vice dean, he had wanted to help.
But on the other