Faced with this situation, Wang Ran was momentarily at a loss, but he quickly reacted.
"Search the surrounding area! See if anyone else has been here!"
The situation differed from Fang Qianyuan's account, leaving two possibilities.
First, Fang Qianyuan had misjudged things. Ye Tianming had been defeated but had not died, and had escaped on his own.
Second, someone else had come and taken his corpse away.
Either possibility meant that dark currents still surged around the Azure Cloud Sect, and the turmoil had not ended. A thorough search was essential.
At the same time, he formed the Hand Seal of Presence, summoning a Swift Eagle that soared into the sky.
"His Excellency should have gone north..."
"We must tell him what happened here as soon as possible!"
To the north, at the battlefield.
Fang Qianyuan stood woodenly in the snowfield, which resembled a black cloud. Pitch-black snowflakes covered Jiang Yunfeng's body, almost burying him.
Little White crouched quietly nearby, her beautiful, ice-crystal-like body motionless as a statue.
"Master... hold on!"
A single instant seemed to stretch into millions upon millions of years.
When Fang Qianyuan realized how dire the situation truly was, he hurriedly summoned the spirit creature he had long kept in reserve, the Five-Colored Flower. As his spirit essence surged, light rose in five colors: blue-green, yellow, black, white, and red.
As the rainbow-like radiance appeared, the phantom image of a ginseng-shaped spirit plant, over a zhang tall, emerged behind him. Its petals detached and drifted down in a dazzling shower of blossoms.
Fang Qianyuan guided his divine sense, patiently picking out the black petals and discarding them before merging the remaining beneficial petals, each with its own properties, into Jiang Yunfeng's body.
These were all beneficial spells containing a measure of life essence and spiritual power.