Sun Xizhen saw the skeleton and immediately his expression changed dramatically. Without a word, he grabbed Su Moran and left.
Li Fan did not chase after them. Instead, he activated his power to project his voice, shaking the area for a hundred miles, "Since you are disciples of the authentic Xuanmen, I, Fa Ke, shall grant you juniors a chance to live! Go back and tell the old ghosts at Wangwu Mountain that I, the ancestor Wu Lian of the Dead Gate, have taken a liking to this location for a dojo and plan to establish a sect and revive the sacred path! Invite the old friends to come and support!"
Overwhelmed by Li Fan's cultivation, Sun Xizhen and Su Moran did not linger any longer. In an instant, they wrapped themselves in sword light and flew away on their swords.
