Ten miles apart, Lu Ye's eyes were calm as Yu Daiwei glanced around with suspicion, but didn't find anything suspicious.
In contrast, where Lu Ye stood, there were traces of a battle, with a large pit not far away, clearly made by someone falling from the sky, and many bloodstains scattered on the ground.
"What are you looking for?" Lu Ye asked, gripping his saber, secretly gathering force.
"How did he die?" Yu Daiwei was confused. Based on her investigation, there didn't seem to be any strong cultivators lurking nearby. This situation could only mean two things: either there was indeed no ambush, or the ambusher was a ghost cultivator concealed, making it undetectable to her.
If there's a ghost cultivator she can't detect, it certainly isn't someone to be underestimated, making her even more cautious.
"I killed him!"
Though not directly, he was forced to death by him.
Yu Daiwei sneered, "You alone?"
