"About a year and a half ago, your Flying Cavalry Tribe surrounded and hunted down a silver-haired young man at the late Foundation Establishment stage. Do you know about this?" Dongfang Yi asked.
"A silver-haired young man? How could I not remember?" Wu Chi immediately shuddered all over, evidently recalling how terrifying that silver-haired young man had been.
"What happened to him? Tell me everything you know. You'd better not lie, or you'll learn that death is actually a very pleasant thing. Sometimes, being alive is more painful than being dead." Dongfang Yi's voice turned cold. Back then, the place where she had fled had been within the airspace covered by the Flying Cavalry Tribe. Not to mention Lu Xiaotian, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator—even she, a Golden Core Cultivator, had suffered a combined assault from several people and sustained severe injuries after entering that place. If she had not encountered Lu Xiaotian, she would have nearly died there.
Although the aura Lu Xiaotian had left behind at the snow ridge hideout told Dongfang Yi that he should still be alive, she was extremely curious about how he had managed to lead her out alive under such unfavorable circumstances. She had seen how extraordinary Lu Xiaotian's combat strength was, but within the Flying Cavalry Tribe's covered airspace, the tribe's people could keep arriving without end.
Two fists could not defeat four hands. Dongfang Yi considered herself nearly unmatched when she had been at the late Foundation Establishment stage. She had once sparred with the Ancient Sword Sect's supreme Foundation Establishment experts and had not fallen behind, but even she knew she could not have done what that silver-haired young man had. In fact, even now, she did not know his name. It was truly absurd. A man who had shared a