The six men glanced once at the flying figure of He Zhi before ignoring him. They all began to search for Ning Xuan, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Where is he?"
"Could he have been blown to bits?!"
"Didn't you see Elder He has a sword wound?"
"Elder He, are you alright?"
While two of them scanned the surroundings, the other four started talking among themselves.
On the ground, a bewildered He Zhi suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood. He clutched his left shoulder, shook his head, and pushed himself to his feet. He also began to scan his surroundings, deeply suspicious. Where is Ning Xuan?
Unable to find Ning Xuan, He Zhi had no choice but to send a secret mental transmission. "Fourth Uncle, did you succeed?"
