C1427 Sitting Crosslegged

Just as he was preparing to leave, Zhou Yan's attention was suddenly drawn to several dismembered corpses near Han Yun.

"These bodies..."

Zhou Yan's pupils narrowed as he recognized the severed limbs.

"They're from the Misty Cloud Sect!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Yan's face grew grave. "Could it be... they were all killed by Han Yun?"

The thought made Zhou Yan's expression darken