"Not bad, it's... Xiao Hua of the Thunder Control Sect!!" Zhu Chenghe checked again, the shock on his face refusing to fade. "Thunder Control Sect First Squad, the Thunder Control Sect's greatest merit... dispatched to the Quanjin Mountain spirit stone mine vein... killed... killed by sword cultivators...?"
Seeing this, Zhu Chenghe did not know why, but he let out a long breath!
"Whew~ How... how did this bastard escape? Back then, this old man saw with his own eyes that he was struck by True Person Mingjian's flying sword!" Zhu Chenghe suddenly came to his senses. "But... this old man only saw him get struck. Though that should have meant certain death, I... after all, did not see his body perish. Could it be... he encountered some other fortune? Still, it is fortunate that he already died at Quanjin Mountain. Otherwise..."
Thinking of this, Zhu Chenghe abruptly cast his gaze onto the other scattered jade slips. A trace of terror flashed through his eyes. He impatiently grabbed with his hand, and all the jade slips fell into his grasp as his divine sense immediately entered them!
Sure enough, in no more than the time it took to snap one's fingers, Zhu Chenghe's face turned ashen. He cried out in near disbelief, "The Spirit Howl Great Formation at Quanjin Mountain!!! He... he actually survived along with the Thunder Control Sect First Squad! How... how is that possible???"
Then he immersed his divine sense into every jade slip again and examined them carefully from beginning to end. Only after finding no further news of Xiao Hua did he cautiously put the jade slips away in his robes.
Zhu Chenghe stood there silently for the time it took to finish a meal. Then he suddenly moved, his figure flying out of the cave.