Shi Lan stowed her halberd and searched the battlefield, only to find that her Divine Cloud Bow had vanished. The Xiantian Realm warriors who'd fled had probably snatched it amid the chaos.
Shi Lan walked over to You Hong, who was barely clinging to life, and crouched beside him.
You Hong's eyes were dim as he wheezed. When he saw Shi Lan approach, his expression didn't change in the slightest. It was utterly lifeless.
"Who are you people? Were the ones who came to scout our camp in Panshi City last night also yours?"
You Hong showed no reaction to Shi Lan's question, like a dead man.
The victor became king, and the loser was left with nothing. Everything had turned to smoke and bubbles. You Hong had no desire to waste words.
Seeing that You Hong had no intention of answering, Shi Lan didn't mind. She said slowly, "Which factions did the people who came with you belong to?"
Shi Lan wasn't about to let the captured dragon horses and spirit crystals go just like that. She would certainly get them back.
You Hong lay on the ground, still silent and lifeless.
"Those people came with you, then abandoned you halfway. You don't want to see such faithless people enjoying the spirit crystals you bought time for with your life, do you?"
You Hong's expression finally shifted. After a moment of silence, he rasped:
"Lord of Yanshan City... Zhang Pingsheng."
"Elder of the Qianyun Sect... Sikong Qian."
"And that old bastard who was just beside me, the Spirit-Scattering Daoist... Yang Kun!"
At the mention of Yang Kun, baleful intent flickered in You Hong's eyes. He clearly resented how Yang Kun had fled the moment things went south.
You Hong held little hatred for Shi Lan. He felt only