Reclaiming

Shi Lan put away her battle halberd and searched the battlefield, only to find her Cloud God Bow missing. She figured the Foundation Realm martial artists who fled must have taken it amidst the chaos.

Shi Lan walked over to You Hong, who was barely clinging to life, and crouched down.

You Hong's eyes were dim, and he gasped for breath. Seeing Shi Lan approach, his expression remained unchanged, a picture of utter despair.

"Who are you people? Were your subordinates the ones who scouted our camp in Panshi City last night?"

You Hong didn't respond to Shi Lan's question, as if he were already dead.

Victory and defeat, the loser loses everything. Everything had turned to dust, and You Hong no longer wished to waste words.

Seeing that You Hong had no intention of speaking, Shi Lan didn't mind and slowly said, "Which factions do those who came with you belong to?"

Shi Lan certainly wouldn't let go of the looted horses, Spirit Crystals, and other valuables so easily. She intended to get them back.

You Hong lay on the ground, still silent, devoid of life.

"Those who came with you abandoned you halfway. Don't you want to see those disloyal people flaunting the Spirit Crystals you risked your life to stall for?"

You Hong's expression finally showed a flicker of emotion. After a moment of silence, he rasped, "The City Lord of Yanshan City... Zhang Pingsheng."

"Elder of the Thousand Clouds Sect... Sikong Qian."

"And that old geezer next to me just now, the Scattered Spirit Taoist... Yang Kun!"

Mentioning Yang Kun, a murderous glint appeared in You Hong's eyes. He was clearly resentful of Yang Kun's swift departure when he saw the situation turn sour.

You Hong held little hatred for Shi Lan. He was filled