"Li Xuan?"
Meng Qingfan had kicked Li Xuan away with a hoof only to realize who had stealthily approached her from behind.
Her entire body bristled with alarm, and she immediately spurred her hooves into action, transforming into a streak of light and fleeing crazily towards the west, towards Kent Mountain—that is, the direction of Langjuxu Mountain during the Han Dynasty.
However, after only escaping about twenty miles, Meng Qingfan's figure halted, her eyes suspicious as she looked behind her.
Li Xuan, after being kicked dozens of miles away, had not shown any further movement, no sounds, not even a trace of spiritual response.
He just lay there, as if dead, his Primordial Spirit dimmed and vanished without a trace.
Meng Qingfan wondered if this guy could indeed have died by her hands?
