Suhe Chen suddenly understood.
With Fang Shuwen's level of Martial Arts, forget one Jin Yuheng—even a hundred of them attacking together would be no match for him.
The man had clearly died at Fang Shuwen's hands.
Suhe Chen looked at Fang Shuwen with hope in his eyes, as if searching for an answer.
Fang Shuwen, however, just shook his head.
"There were no captives on Jin Yuheng's ship."
Fang Shuwen was certain of this. After he dealt with Jin Yuheng, he had searched every single ship.
He wasn't searching for captives, but rather making sure to leave no one alive.
Therefore, he was certain there were no captives on the ships.
Just then, Fang Shuwen suddenly recalled something else.
"As for your people, I'm afraid their fate was likely grim."
"You're talk—"
A disciple from Tingtiao Pavilion flew into a rage and was about to curse at him.
But before he could finish his sentence, Suhe Chen's sharp rebuke cut him off.
"Silence!!
