Yet all around him, the mountain wind was desolate, and only insects could be heard.
There were no traces of a rescue around the corpse, nor the slightest remnant of Spiritual Qi left by a struggle.
"Could it be some secret art for feigning death?"
Song Yan walked forward and nudged him lightly with his foot. There was no response.
Was he really dead?
In truth, he could not be sure.
After pondering for a moment, he decided to leave the matter alone.
The Dongyuan Sect had no close ties with the Yang family. Rashly involving himself could easily drag him into a whirlpool.
Besides, what if this state of death was merely some secret art the man used to feign death?
That was not impossible.
"To be safe, I should mention this to Elder Zhang once I get out and let him decide."
The elder certainly knew more than he did.
Though Song Yan was now a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator too, there were still differences between cultivators of the same realm.
Song Yan turned to leave.
Yet he saw a streak of crimson-gold light heading straight toward him.
Without the slightest restraint.
The crimson-gold light sliced through the thick mountain mist and halted not far from Song Yan.
An apricot-yellow Daoist robe of the Xuanyuan Sect billowed and snapped.
Two Yin Talismans, two Yang Talismans, and two blank talismans revolved around the newcomer.
Song Yan recognized this man even more readily.
Fan Dongchen of the Xuanyuan Sect.
"Song Yan-that was your name, wasn't it?"
His expression was scornful, his eyes and brows full of stubborn arrogance as he blocked Song Yan's path.
"Hand over your talismans, and you can crawl out of here in one piece. Be quick about it."
Song Yan froze at Fan Dongchen's words, then