"Other survivors?"
Hearing the words of the Ancient King, the people of Man City were all suddenly extremely curious.
The Black Evil City incident had seen the overnight demise of a million Cultivators, their bones piled up like mountains.
But now, these people who were supposed to be dead, have appeared here, safe and sound.
Could it be that besides Chen Daoran and his party, there were really other survivors who had escaped?
"Sorry, we're under no obligation to inform you of this." Chen Daoran slightly furrowed his brows and after a moment's solemn tone, he spoke like this.
"What's the point of hiding it?" The Ancient King also frowned.
Chen Daoran shook his head and said no more. The existence of the million from the Mo Pavilion was still unknown to the world—why, then, would he naively inform others of this?
