Under Zhang Yuan's and Xiao Yuanjun's astonished gazes.
Liu Yihong flicked the blood off her saber and said calmly, "This boy repaid kindness with enmity. He must have been a Demonic Dao Cultivator in disguise. What do you two think?"
Zhang Yuan said earnestly, "You're right, Fellow Daoist Liu. I could tell there was something unusual about him from the start."
Xiao Yuanjun added, "Yes, but you killed him too soon, Fellow Daoist Liu. We should have gotten some information out of him first."
The two were surprised by how decisively Liu Yihong had struck, but felt little else. At most, they regretted that the purple-robed child had died so abruptly before they could ask about the situation in the Wen Kingdom Capital City.
Zhang Yuan stepped forward and examined the purple-robed child. Finding no useful clues, he raised his head and looked toward the twelve-story tower shining in the dark night sky.
"At this point, we can only go take a look at the White Jade Capital."
The kingdom's capital had fallen, yet the White Jade Capital alone remained unscathed. Clearly, something was amiss.
After a brief discussion, the three headed toward the White Jade Capital in the center of the city and found a stooped old man in tattered clothes standing before it.
Hearing movement behind him, the old man turned to glance over the three, then fixed his cloudy, bloodshot eyes on Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan frowned.
Xiao Yuanjun quietly stepped forward to shield Zhang Yuan behind her and warned him through voice transmission, "A Celestial Person."
A Celestial Person?
Zhang Yuan's heart tightened. Then the old man's gaze gradually calmed, and he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Young friend, do you still remember me?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yuan looked him over. The old man seemed somewhat