Yang Chen felt relieved upon hearing Huang Xing's words.
At least this meant that Huang Xing knew the meaning of gratitude.
He entrusted the Thunderclan's corpses to Huang Xing without hesitation.
After handing over the corpses of the Thunderclan to Huang Xing, Yang Chen stood up, looked around, and asked with surprise, "Why hasn't anyone arrived yet?"
According to the plan, the people of the Xuandao Sect should have already arrived under the guidance of his clone, but there was no sign of them.
"Yang Chen, do you feel... unease?" asked Zhang Xuelian.
"I've felt it for a while now..." Yang Chen replied, pausing slightly after hearing Zhang Xuelian's question.
His uneasy premonition grew stronger, and he immediately tried to contact his clone.
As soon as he made contact, Yang Chen's pupils constricted.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xuelian asked worriedly upon seeing Yang Chen's reaction.
"Something terrible has happened..." Yang Chen clenched his fist.
