After he sat down, Zhang Daoling asked.
“Vice-captain Leng, What’s Wrong?”
Leng Zhen didn’t hesitate and quickly told Zhang Daoling what she had thought.
“Captain Zhang, I think there might be members of the team who survived.”
Zhang Daoling frowned and asked in a low voice, “Are you sure?”
If someone survived and didn’t return, then he, as the captain on the surface, would have to take some responsibility.
Leng Zhen Thought for a while and replied, “I think so.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s Jue Neng, a monk from Miaowu Temple.”
Zhang Daoling was suddenly enlightened. He relaxed his brows and said, “I see. It seems that he fell into a coma after being beaten into the bushes.”
With Leng Zhen’s reminder, he also remembered the scene before the first battle.
Jue Neng and the swordsman attacked the white wolf, but they were used by the other party. Instead, they were defeated one by one.
