"Yi Xingtian!" Han Yan couldn't help but exclaim.
At this moment, Yi Xingtian gave her a strange feeling. She could clearly sense the life energy flowing around him, yet simultaneously felt a sense of void, as if the Yi Xingtian before her didn't truly exist, but was merely a shadow. This feeling was so bizarre, yet so eerie.
Han Yan had an intuition that the anomaly with Yi Xingtian might be related to the sword strike from before.
Yi Xingtian didn't respond to Han Yan, but instead flew off with even greater speed.
"Xingtian!" Zhan Yuan, too, noticed the anomaly with Yi Xingtian, but beyond the surprise and confusion on his face, there was even more worry. The previous anger vanished without a trace.
With a shout, Zhan Yuan chased after Yi Xingtian, completely putting Han Yan out of his mind, not even sparing him another glance.
The young man following him glanced at Han Yan, hesitated slightly, then dashed off in pursuit of Zhan Yuan.
