Xiao Lu's appearance here meant that the Six Ghosts of Hanyue had most likely met with disaster.
They would never assume that the six ghosts had simply taken a different path from Xiao Lu and failed to encounter her.
Moreover, the person beside Xiao Lu was enough to explain many things.
Clearly, the Six Ghosts of Hanyue had likely fallen at the hands of the man before them.
On the other side, Xiao Li was inexplicably agitated, yet he did not act rashly. Instead, he watched the man beside Xiao Lu warily, his expression grave.
"Brother!"
Xiao Lu cried out excitedly as well, instinctively about to run over.
But after taking just one step, she stopped and turned to look at Lin Mo beside her, her eyes filled with silent inquiry.
Lin Mo smiled and nodded.
Seeing this, Xiao Lu gave a radiant smile of thanks before immediately running over.
Naturally, Xiao Lu had to pass by the Ghost Moon Sect members along the way.
Strangely enough, every one of them watched Xiao Lu pass right by them, yet not a single one dared to lay a hand on her.
Lin Mo's sudden appearance, along with the unfathomable air around him, made them too wary to act recklessly.
"Brother!"
After passing through the crowd, Xiao Lu threw herself into Xiao Li's arms, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
"Little sister, are you hurt?"
Xiao Li lovingly and concernedly stroked his sister's soft hair as he asked gently.
"I-I'm fine, but... Senior Brother Liu and the others, they're all dead... Sob..."
Xiao Lu spoke through choked sobs.
Hearing this, Xiao Li's entire body trembled, and boundless sorrow filled his eyes.
Senior Brother Liu and the others were precisely the Misty Sect outer sect disciples who had escorted Xiao Lu away earlier.