Xiao Yan swiftly tended to the injuries within his body, then, with a thought, controlled that sliver of soul avatar far away at the horizon.
Inside distant Martial City, a group of people had gathered within a dim secret chamber.
Wu Huan sat in a chair, supported by the black-clothed man from before. Beside him stood another burly man in gray robes, whose entire body radiated terrifying fluctuations. If Yue Yu had been here, he would certainly have recognized him—he was none other than the lord of Martial City, also a Five-star Dou Di expert! Beside them were the head of the Mu Family and Muller, along with a small number of others. Without exception, black Dou Qi emanated from all of them, making them seem especially sinister and strange.
Before these people, a familiar figure was bound by numerous chains!
Xiao Yan!
"City Lord, you were absent when I captured Xiao Yan earlier, so we brought him to this secret chamber and locked him up. Now that you have returned, it is just right..." Mu Lei said respectfully to the gray-robed man. It was not merely because he was the lord of Martial City, but because of his exceedingly close relationship with the people of "that faction."
"Mm, you did well."
"I heard that the bloodline of their race in the lower realm suddenly vanished as though it had disappeared. There is only one possibility: their race in the lower realm has been wiped out."
"Furthermore, according to the intelligence I received, you were the only person to emerge from the lower realm's reception point."
"So tell me, how did the Soul Clan in your lower realm disappear?" After speaking, the gray-robed man fixed Xiao Yan with a vicious stare.
The somewhat weakened Xiao Yan frowned upon hearing this.