Lian Youming could hardly believe it either.
He was afraid he had guessed wrong.
But the strength these two had displayed already placed them among the ranks of celestial beings. Of all the martial experts he knew of, only those two were possible candidates.
"How could it be those two... Impossible!"
Lian Youming frowned deeply, finding it hard to believe.
Beside him, the young monk Sangji also wore a grave look. "There must have been a Mystic Connection War here."
"A Mystic Connection War?" Lian Youming turned to look at him. "You mean this was the battlefield where Gan Danran fought someone?"
Sangji nodded hastily, strode to the lower right corner of the cavern, and pointed upward.
Several faint characters were clearly visible there.
They seemed to have been carved with some sharp implement.
"Gan Danran, accompanied by two old friends, met the enemy here..."
Only upon seeing those words did Lian Youming fully confirm his guess.
In that case, the six sets of remains here should all belong to Mystic Connection Martial Artists.
The thought alone sent a chill down his spine.
But he immediately seemed to realize something. He stared at the six corpses before him, his gaze sweeping over them rapidly.
Both of these men had died in battle.
Could Gan Danran have fallen here as well?
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
The man should have made it out alive.
Then came the question.
On one side were the founding patriarchs of two major schools, and on another were three Mystic Connection Old Monsters who guarded the Manchu Qing empire. What, then, was the origin of this third party?
At that thought, Lian Youming stared straight at the corpse seated alone.
He might have been better off not looking. Upon closer inspection, he froze on the