When Ye Yun spoke the name Tang Shan, Zhang Ling's pupils contracted, as though he had thought of something.
The next instant, towering killing intent burst from his eyes as he roared, "It was him!"
Before his words had even faded, he spun around and rushed toward the carriage.
After taking something from the carriage compartment, Zhang Ling flashed away and raced in the direction of the Great Luo Dynasty.
Ye Yun stood messily in the wind, staring blankly at Zhang Ling's receding figure.
For a moment, he did not even know what to say.
Judging from Zhang Ling's reaction, he must have known of Tang Shan before this.
Otherwise, he would not have reacted so strongly upon hearing Tang Shan's name.
Ye Yun had only one thought: he had stumbled upon the right answer by sheer luck.
He shook his head, withdrew his gaze from Zhang Ling's back, and turned toward Blackstone Pass behind him.
At the same time, everyone atop Blackstone Pass's walls, who had been watching Ye Yun and Zhang Ling's battle, fell into a daze.
Even Baili Shouyue was slightly distracted by this.
He had been too far away to hear the conversation between Ye Yun and Zhang Ling clearly.
Thus, he did not know what could have made the two men, who had been fighting to the death a moment ago,
give up their battle the next instant and part ways in what appeared to be peace.
Even someone as experienced as Baili Shouyue could not help feeling deeply curious about such a situation.
With that thought, he headed straight down from the city wall.
Before long, Baili Shouyue arrived at the city gate and smiled at Ye Yun as he approached.
"General Baili, may Ye Yun stay inside Blackstone Pass for one night?"
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