"Ah, was it really like that? But what exactly happened? The Misty Sect was one of the great sects of the martial world no matter what. How could it simply be wiped out? Besides, there were several thousand disciples in the Misty Sect—could they all have died with the sect?"
Chu Yunfei gave a bitter smile and said, "What sect in this world can stand forever without falling? Our Misty Sect had long been in decline. To remain standing for ten thousand years in this unfathomable martial world was already a miracle. I heard there was once an extremely powerful Divine Blade Sect, supposedly a hundred times stronger than our Misty Sect in its heyday. Didn't it perish before us as well? Still, less than half of the elite disciples escaped. The rest all died on the spot."
Buzz! Another roar filled Zhang Xiaohua's head. Without moving his body, he shot to his feet in an instant and asked in a trembling voice, "Only a small number of elite disciples escaped? Everyone else died with the sect? Then... was there a disciple named Zhang Xiaohu? Did he escape?"
"Zhang Xiaohu?" Chu Yunfei froze, then said, "That name sounds very familiar. Let me think... Oh, I remember. He was the disciple who entered our Misty Sect through connections, then later stepped in dog shit and was accepted into Martial Uncle Wen's branch, wasn't he?"
"Yes, that's the lucky fellow. Did... did he escape too?"
At this point, Zhang Xiaohua no longer cared what others said about his second brother. He hurriedly pressed the question.
"No!" Chu Yunfei answered decisively.
"Ah!" Zhang Xiaohua cried out. His teeth clenched and his fists tightened. Just as he was about to demand which sect had attacked Misty Mountain Villa, Chu Yunfei added another sentence that