The two went off to duel, but what exactly happened in the fight?
Who won and who lost, and what happened in between? Why were none of them injured, and why did Xing Tong harbor such deep fear towards Yang Chen? No one knew the answers to these questions, and no one could find out.
Everything had become a mystery.
If one were to observe carefully, they would notice that only two of the dozen Heaven-separated Realm members of the Insect Race who had accompanied Xing Tong out had come back with her, covered in wounds.
These two Heaven-separated Realm cultivators of the Insect Race had once been critical of Yang Chen. But now, they dared not even utter a word in his presence.
The uninformed insects only knew that Xing Tong had returned to her original position after she came back.
Yang Chen, on the other hand, asked slowly, "Daoist Friend Xingtong, may I take Bao Lu away now?"
Hearing his words, Xing Tong let out a light sigh and said, "Yang Chen, take her and go."
