Shen Yan's words had just finished when a sudden quiet descended upon the large tent.
The previously restless and anxious Liu Hucheng was stunned.
"Yan Xiaoru's direct disciple ran away?"
How was that possible!
The scope of this blood mist had stripped all cultivation within a radius of one thousand five hundred miles.
Without their cultivation, how did that direct disciple escape Tianjiao City and reach Bishui City, two thousand miles away, in such a short time?
Liu Hucheng instinctively doubted this was fake news.
But looking at the pale, bloodless face of the girl before him, the words of doubt he harbored choked in his throat.
Miss Shen's words had never been mistaken.
Seeing Liu Hucheng fall silent, Shen Yan finally let out a sigh and said, "How Yan Xiaoru's direct disciple escaped is currently unclear."
