Within the territory of the Primordial Spirit Race.
As Xu Xuan enjoyed the victory banquet, he suddenly staggered, and a sense of unease instantly surged into his heart.
At the same time, the system's cold voice rang out.
"Yu Hua is dead?"
Xu Xuan felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He stood dazed, and even the wine in his hand seemed to have lost its appeal.
Yu Hua had followed him all this time, and now he was dead?
Yu Hua was so fast that no one but a Saint could catch him.
As long as he wanted to flee, no one could possibly catch him, much less kill him...
"Could a Saint have acted? Or did a powerful Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator act, while Yu Hua refused to flee-or couldn't flee-and was slaughtered as a result?"
Xu Xuan looked at the Contract that had shattered in midair and the reason for its destruction. Two large red characters burned into his eyes.
"Death!"
"Master, what's wrong?"
Bai Long walked over just then. Seeing Xu Xuan's utterly blank expression, he could not help asking softly.
Xu Xuan gently shook his head and stood. He was tired and wanted to leave this place.
"Xiao Yun, do you know how to get back to the continent from here?"
Xu Xuan called the girl over and asked gently.
Staying here forever was no solution, after all. He wanted to leave and return to the continent.
The girl, Xiao Yun, shook her head slightly. She had never left this place herself, so naturally, she did not know how to leave.
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait for the elder to come out of seclusion. My clanspeople and I have never left this place."
"As members of a branch, we have no