With a dull thud, Chen Han kneeled and bowed to Zhang Rongfang.
"Daoist... Ah Yi, Ah Er... they..."
His voice halted and couldn't continue.
Despite the dark night obscuring his features, the meaning was already obvious.
"They are dead?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly taken aback.
"...." Chen Han nodded, without raising his head.
For a moment, both fell silent.
"Who... who killed them?" Zhang Rongfang's face was grim as he asked quietly.
Although Ah Yi and Ah Er hadn't been with him for long, people are not just grass and trees; he had already considered them his subordinates.
Now, just after a few days with Princess Yongxiang, those two were gone.
And just like Chen Han said before.
They could refuse to lend them, but Chen Han and the others dared not refuse to go.
Such is the royal bloodline.
"It was the Sect Leader of Taijing lineage... a Grandmaster of Sensing Sect...
Daoist, what should we do now?" Chen Han suppressed his voice, bowing his head to ask.
