Lin Tian naturally did not know Weng Xiyun's thoughts.
He took his leave of the others and, along with Lin Zhenxiu and his group, left Mang Mountain, heading in the direction of his family.
However, midway, he stopped and turned towards the place where DuanMuuu Ci, Fu Cheng, and Lian Zantian had fled before.
Previously.
He didn't kill the three; he merely crippled their cultivation and severed one leg.
Now they were still left behind in the dense forest of Mang Mountain.
Approaching the ground, he faintly heard the three let out muffled groans of pain.
Their cultivation was crippled, one leg was broken, and their breath was already very weak.
They seemed to sense the movement in the air, all struggling to lift their heads. When they saw Lin Tian coming down with Lin Zhenxiu and others, each of their faces showed endless fear.
"Lin Zhenxiu, you hid really deep!"
DuanMuuu Ci almost used the last bit of his strength to growl.
