"Bai Xiaosheng, let's go to the next place."
Seeing Bai Xiaosheng still in a daze, Yang Fan knew that Bai Xiaosheng must have been shocked. But if just one Wang Mang could shock him like this, the upcoming events might make him even more unsettled.
"Oh, oh, okay, okay. Let's go, this way."
Bai Xiaosheng snapped out of it when Yang Fan called him, a bit flustered, he picked a direction, then led everyone away. This time, they didn't walk fast, primarily because Bai Xiaosheng hadn't calmed down yet and unconsciously slowed his pace.
After walking for most of the day, Bai Xiaosheng stopped, unable to contain himself, he approached Yang Fan and asked:
"Sect Master Yang, can you give me a straight answer?"
"Hmm?" Yang Fan was puzzled.
"Are they really disciples of the Canglan Sect? Not elders?"
"You're Bai Xiaosheng, you know everything across the Nine Heavens Continent overnight; don't you know how many elders our Canglan Sect has?"
"Thirteen..." Bai Xiaosheng murmured.
