Ya Fei was clever. Nalan Yanran did not need to finish speaking for her to know what she wanted to ask.
She smiled, shook her head, and said solemnly, "The Misty Cloud Sect was destroyed a year ago, but no one in the Northwest Region knows which faction destroyed it."
"The destruction of the Misty Cloud Sect took no more than a day. By the time families like ours received word, it was already the next day, or even the day after that."
"All the major families sent people to the ruins of the Misty Cloud Sect. Of the thousands of elders and disciples throughout the sect, not a single one survived."
"No, that isn't quite true. You're still alive!" Realizing her words were not precise enough, Ya Fei immediately corrected herself.
"Not a single one of the thousands of people in the sect survived?" Nalan Yanran repeated Ya Fei's words, her brows tightly knitted.
Her face instantly turned bloodlessly pale, and she asked anxiously, "Then what about my teacher and grandmaster?"
"Did they die too?"
Ya Fei shook her head.
At the time, all the major families had gone to investigate. Among the bodies of disciples and elders strewn across the ground, none had found Chen Yang or Yun Yun.
Neither of them had appeared in the year since.
Thus, they later speculated that the former sect master, Yun Yun, had most likely been captured.
As for Chen Yang, he might have left the Jia Ma Empire to rescue her.
"I don't know about that, but what I can tell you for certain is this.
Over the past year, no one has seen any trace of them!" Ya Fei answered honestly.
Not hearing news of their deaths was the best news of all.
Nalan Yanran let out a breath