"Rest assured."
With these two simple words, the three of them left.
The Isle Master of Cloud Mist collected Yang Taian's corpse, "Let's go back first."
Instantly, each Foundation Establishment cultivator dispersed, returning to their respective places.
Back at the lakeside camp, Ji Yuan and the others gathered once more. Liu Yuan looked at the Isle Master of Cloud Mist in front of him and gently asked, "Senior Sister, do you have any suspects?"
Ji Yuan was also curious.
No matter how this matter unfolded, the Isle Master of Cloud Mist should have some insight.
Under their expectant gazes, the Isle Master of Cloud Mist finally shook her head, "Things are as I mentioned earlier, there are no outsiders here, and to be honest with you two Junior Brothers, I am more inclined to believe that Junior Brother Yang was killed by something underground, rather than by someone from the Medicine King Valley or Joy Palace."
