"I never expected that he would be among the ones who died this time."
A trace of silence appeared on Bai Ziyue's face.
As he swept the battlefield, relying on his senses, he went in the direction of the first occurrence of a spiritual energy fluctuation and quickly found the bodies of Wu Zonghui, Wang Ming, and Lonely Drunk.
*He was truly a bit surprised in his heart, not understanding why Lonely Drunk, as an elite disciple within the sect, would suddenly appear at the Demon Ridge Ore Vein.*
"What a pity he happened to run into a group from the Grand Daoist Sect, but it turned out to be a stroke of luck for me instead."
Bai Ziyue sighed slightly, then quickly stopped thinking about it.
Although he had met Lonely Drunk once, to say they had any friendship would be an overstatement. The reason for his sigh was because he was acquainted with him, nothing more.
As for Wu Zonghui and Wang Ming, he cared even less about their life or death.
