Not long after Hun Changqing and Medusa had walked away, his keen senses suddenly detected a faint disturbance in the surrounding space.
"Come out!"
Hun Changqing immediately turned toward a certain spot, eerie light bursting from his eyes as he shouted.
As his shout fell, the patch of empty space beneath his gaze began to twist. A pitch-black figure, her graceful curves faintly discernible, slowly emerged from the darkness.
"Oh?"
Hun Changqing was mildly surprised to see her. It was Xiao Yi Xian from earlier.
Just as Hun Changqing began to suspect why Xiao Yi Xian had followed them, she spoke.
"Senior... might you know the whereabouts of a man named Xiao Yan? I sensed a trace of his aura on you. I have been searching for him for a long time. If you could tell me, I would be endlessly grateful!"
Xiao Yi Xian looked at the black-robed man before her, sensing the unfathomable, abyss-like aura around him that chilled her to the core. Coupled with the shout that had shaken both her heart and soul, it immediately dispelled any thought of using force.
She suspected that this man might have a grudge against Xiao Yan and might be closely connected to his disappearance over all these years. Yet he held her only clue to the man she had spent years seeking, and she could not bear to give up.
She could only grit her teeth, humble herself, and salute with clasped hands, speaking respectfully in the hope that he would give her a clue. Even if Xiao Yan was dead, she had to confirm it!
As for whether this terrifying black-robed man would kill her upon learning of her connection to Xiao Yan, Xiao Yi Xian was not worried. She had grounds for confidence of her own.
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