Just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard Xiao Ruofeng respond:
"Oh, I'm coming."
After saying this, he turned and left with the disciples from the Cangwu Sword Sect.
This left Wu Hui utterly bewildered.
When he came to his senses, he hurriedly followed. But as he passed Zhang Xuanfeng's body, he paused. With a sigh, he hoisted the corpse onto his back.
They'd had no real friendship in the past, but having met by chance in this Earth Palace and traveled together for a time, he couldn't bear to leave the man here alone.
...
...
A wind from an unknown source stirred Ye Wucheng's white hair, making it flutter gently.
In his arms, he cradled a longsword in a black sheath that seemed to be made of python skin. It was clearly no ordinary item.
His gaze was calm; he paid Fang Shuwen no mind.
He simply stared at Gu Panxi's corpse and sighed softly.
His figure flickered slightly as Sword Qi seemed to flow around him, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the body.
