"Cang Xuan Sect?" The gray-robed monk looked at Jiang Zhao and his group suspiciously and said, "The Cang Xuan Sect is in chaos. Don't you know about it?"
Jiang Zhao was stunned. Is the Cang Xuan Sect in chaos?
"We've been out on business for several months, and we've been out of communication with the sect for several months. After we finished our work, we still haven't received any news, so we have no choice but to rush to the sect."
"Senior, do you know why the Cang Xuan Sect is in chaos?"
Yun Wenwei looked anxious and asked the other party hurriedly.
"I don't know. You guys can go now. Xining City doesn't accept any outsiders."
The gray-robed monk said this cautiously, paused, and added, "Don't trust anyone on your way back."
"Including my words."
After saying that, the gray-robed monk waved his hand, and the cold light on the city wall disappeared instantly, and he also disappeared into the darkness.
Jiang Zhao and his group did not stop but continued on their way.
The gray-robed monk should be the person in charge of Xining City. I don’t know what happened in Xining City that caused all the powerful Mahayana masters to come out and take charge.
After passing Xining City, Jiang Zhao and his party traveled another six or seven hundred miles and came across a small town.
To their surprise, the small town had somehow become dilapidated.
Collapsed houses, broken roads, and the wind blowing past brought up a low whimpering sound.
Jiang Zhao and his group entered the small town and looked around.
The ruined town was filled with broken limbs and bloody corpses.
It must have been dead for some time, and many of its limbs were covered by sand.
Just then, a low cry for help came from under a collapsed roof.
“Save…save me…”
Mo Huanyan pushed open the broken wall, revealing a skinny body and a hoarse voice.
"How are you..."
Before Mo Huanyan could squat down, the skinny body suddenly jumped out and pounced on Mo Huanyan.
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