"Little Shang, someone fell behind."
Jia Xitong looked back to remind.
"Has nothing to do with me."
The cold four words were enough to show how little he cared about the people following behind.
Until the cultivator closest to him spoke, "Taoist Yan, a cultivator has fallen behind!"
Only then did Shang Yanting "belatedly" stop.
"Who?"
"It was a female cultivator, Youyou, who came along. They've already gone to search for her."
The first to notice had already begun rescuing Youyou. They found her in the forest below, her body scratched by branches. Most regretfully, her neck was twisted into a strange angle, and she was no longer breathing.
"She's dead."
The cultivator who found her first withdrew his probing fingers.
Pu Yun, who caused all this, showed no guilt or remorse for her wrongdoing.
"Youyou!"
The man who had been fawning over the female cultivator earlier dashed out from the crowd, clutching the woman's corpse, crying bitterly.
