His final shred of hope extinguished like a soap bubble. Yun Che held his breath, and advanced forward. As soon as he took a step forward, his entire body suddenly became motionless… what he saw in the stone room in front of him was a dark red bloodstain.
Yun Che’s heartstrings tightened as he rushed over like a violent gale. He immediately knelt in front of that puddle of blood to see that the bloodstains had already dried. However, there was a thin layer of dust on its surface. In this place where the mountain winds never ceases, this thin layers of dust proved that this bloodstain was only left behind in the past three to four days.
Not far from the bloodstain, Yun Che saw two broken swords with patches of rust on top.
Apart from this, there weren’t any traces that a fight had occurred here. Against Burning Heaven Clan’s strength, how could Xiao Lie and Xiao Lingxi have any capability or struggling and resisting?!
Yun Che’s hands propped up against the ground, and his ten fingers deeply embedded themselves into the rocks. His head drooped as his entire body trembled. He tightly clenched his teeth and made crunching noises. An intense anger and bitterness that practically came to life filled the entire stone room; its oppression made the air here completely stop flowing.
“Burning Heaven Clan… Burning Heaven Clan… Burning Heaven Clan…”
Quiet grunts seeped out from Yun Che’s mouth. Those quiet grunts were like the voices of ghosts from hell seeking life.
He remembered about the person that Sikong Du mentioned at New Moon City…
“Grandfather… Grandfather!”
“Little Aunt… are you guys inside?”
“I’m Xiao Che… I’m back! Grandfather, Little Aunt, do you hear me?! If you do, come out and meet me!”
His shouts after shouts contained a slight tremble. His voice wafted with the wind into the distance, but there wasn’t even a single response.