Nightfall shrouded the sky, stars dotting the celestial sphere.
In the deep of the night, within the void.
"Can you confirm it?"
Zhou Qianqian's voice carried a tone of inquiry.
"I cannot, but he must be closely related to the young master."
"This time, using the Ancestor Thunder Blood I aggregated, employing your Soul Devouring Sword Body's soul, as well as Zhou Ying's Heavenly Sword Eye, we calculated a sliver of life for the young master, it shouldn't be false.
However, we should forget about this matter, to avoid more trouble that might affect the young master's plans."
Zhou Gucheng pondered aloud.
He had never believed that Zhou Yan had truly died.
"Yes, I also believe, Brother Zhou Yan couldn't have fallen like that, but regardless, we should continue doing what we must."
Zhou Ying reflected.
