All three figures under the tree were male. One of them was missing an entire thigh, leaving only a ragged stump of flesh and bone exposed. It emanated a faint stench of decay.
Their Silver Lotus Woods were nowhere to be found.
"That's Chen Ningchuan."
Liu Yueming's expression was incredibly grim as he gazed at the lifeless student before him, his eyes filled with profound sadness.
"He was a great student. I still remember, before we were brought to this world, he came to me for help with a problem once."
The other two listened in silence. Together with Liu Yueming, they walked forward, cut the thin vines, and each took one of the bodies into their arms.
Han Ning didn't actually know any of the three, but he had seen their photos before setting out. He knew the one in his arms was Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei's face was deathly pale, his neck was bent back at an unnatural angle, and his skin was covered in deep bruises.
