His expression made Yang Wenjin's ominous feeling even stronger.

At this moment, Lin Qingyun, the leader of Taixuan Sect, also walked in from outside the main hall.

When he saw Yang Wenjin, he also showed the same expression as Xuan Jianzi.

As a result, she couldn't help it.

"Senior Xuan Jianzi, what's wrong? Is it my husband..."

She didn't dare to ask what she said later.

Because she was afraid it would become a reality.

However, it should be a reality, but it is always reality.

Xuan Jianzi sighed heavily and signaled to Lin Qingyun.

"Earlier, I received a message from my true disciple Xia Linyuan, who was attacked by the peak Nascent Soul in Luoxia City."

Hearing this, Yang Wenjin's heart immediately raised, staring at Lin Qingyun tightly, waiting for his words behind him.

"I and Lao Zu rushed to rescue without stopping..."

"It's a pity... it's still one step late."

"How is my husband?"

Yang Wenjin quickly asked.

"When we arrived at the scene, the battle was over, and there was a large piece of blood and residual limbs left on the deserted sea."

"I and the ancestors have searched all the places where Fang Yuan might hide, but they did not find the true disciple Xia Linyuan."

"There were also continuous messages, but no response was received."

At the end of his speech, Lin Qingyun's voice was filled with guilt and regret.

"What's the meaning?"

Yang Wenjin staggered back several steps, and the blood on his face instantly faded, as pale as paper.

"The true disciple Xia Linyuan may have fallen."
Chapter completed!