Han Feng exchanged glances with the others, then said somewhat uncertainly, "As I recall, Wan Heng shouldn't have died in battle, right?"
"No. I remember clearly—Wan Heng had been standing beside me the whole time. Back then, my eyes had gone red, and I was thinking of risking my life against that Ghost Venerate. Without caring about anything else, I charged straight in. After that, I don't remember where Wan Heng went." A Dao King from the Cloud Sky Sect said.
After hearing this, Han Feng's expression turned grave. He barely needed to think to know where Wan Heng had gone.
Lotus Daoist of Tongtian Palace said viciously, "Could it be that Wan Heng from your sect became a deserter?"
Everyone knew that Lotus Daoist hated irresponsible men most of all. Moreover, everyone had just united as one to resist the Ghost Venerate, yet now there was talk of a deserter. Who would not be enraged?
Lotus Daoist was merely voicing everyone's current feelings.
Once she flew into a rage, the others also spoke up one after another. "If Wan Heng truly became a deserter, this old man will never spare him."
"Hmph, fleeing before battle—cultivators like us have no need for such cowards!"
Yang Chen also had no idea where Wan Heng had gone. The battle had been blazing hot at the time; who had paid attention to Wan Heng?
Han Feng understood Wan Heng's character somewhat and had guessed his destination with near certainty. But Wan Heng was ultimately someone from his own faction, so he was embarrassed to say it outright.
He could only sigh. "Everyone, the matter has yet to be confirmed. I hope you will not make wild guesses. We can judge everything once we return. What do you all think?"
"Hmph, what is there