Wan Zhang was missing an arm, his body covered in blood, looking horrifyingly mutilated. Sun Xian casually fed him two elixir pills and asked in a grave tone, "Zhang Sixth Master, who exactly hurt you?"
"Zhang Yan, it's Zhang Yan! He's already killed Jiulang and the others. Everyone, he killed everyone… killed them all…" Truly believing that Zhang Yan would strike him down with his sword, Wan Zhang had long been scared out of his wits, tears and snot streaming down his face as he fled for his life. At this moment, he was already rambling incoherently.
"Zhang Yan?" Sun Xian's heart jolted. Jiulang was also a member of her Sun family. Hearing this news of his death, she was undoubtedly grieved, but she was even more astonished and suspicious of something else: wasn't Zhang Yan supposed to have already fallen out of power? How could he still act so audaciously, killing people and then barging in here? This was utterly reckless, brazenly defying all norms.
