Muo Yuan trembled, his lower lip directly covering his face.
"Ha..."
"I don't know, we were just following orders, the specifics are known only to the Clan Leader."
Muo Yuan let out a sobbing sound.
"Since you don't know, take him away and kill him."
Shen Can turned around to leave, and Muo Yuan's lip, which had wrapped around his face, dropped off with a pop.
"Haha..."
This laughter was purely a racial habit. He hurriedly spoke, "Spare me, I only know that we were to wait at a chosen location for backup."
Under Shen Can's gaze, Huo Muu stepped up and dragged this Celestial Vein Realm Xiaoyang away.
Then, they continued to interrogate other Xiaoyang Martial Artists, but they received no useful information.
This made Shen Can quite puzzled.
This group of Xiaoyang were indeed formidable against the Northern Lands' tribes, but confronting the Bo Division Flying Ship was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
