With that, Jian Nantian's body transformed into an arc of light and shot off into the distance.
Wen Qingye's brows furrowed slightly. 'Why would Jian Nantian, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, travel thousands of miles just to kill Yue Mingzhu? Does she have some kind of hold over him?' he wondered.
Xiaoo Zuilan pointed to the lingering aftershocks ahead. "I'm not sure about that. I think it has something to do with Thousand Nether Valley. You can go see if she's dead. If not, you can ask her."
Xiaoo Zuilan continued, "But she's most likely dead. You can take the Sumeru Mustard Seed on her body and the sword in her hand. Then we should hurry and find that Ancient Corpse."
Wen Qingye said nothing. With a push of his feet, he shot forward, arriving beside the crater in an instant.
Yue Mingzhu lay in a heap of sand, her eyes shut tight. Her body was covered in a dense web of sword wounds, dripping with blood. She had no life force left; she looked completely and utterly dead.
