Le Qian's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tight. "I ran into people from the Heaven-Burying Sect," he said. "You all know that my Celestial Thunder Hall and the Celestial Profound Sect have always dedicated our full strength to suppressing them. For some reason, they knew people from my Celestial Thunder Hall would be passing through there. They ambushed us with a large number of experts and killed my Brother Bai and Brother Gao. I was the only one who escaped."
As Le Qian spoke, he slowly lowered his head, looking utterly grief-stricken.
Yann Chuxue looked at the sword wound on his shoulder and thought, 'Something about this seems strange.'
Everyone frowned upon hearing his story.
Xia Liu's smile vanished. His eyes fell on the wounds covering Le Qian's body as he shook his head. "My Three Realms Sect will not get involved in the grudge between your two sects and the Heaven-Burying Sect."
