"Yes!"
The white-haired elder cupped his hands and was about to issue an order.
"Your Highness, Elder Yang!"
At this moment, a sound of wind breaking came from a distance, and three figures shot through the air like lightning.
The Crown Prince saw the three men's panicked expressions and frowned, "What's the matter?"
"Your Highness, Elder Lin... is dead."
The leading middle-aged martial artist gritted his teeth, took out the disfigured corpse of the black-faced martial artist, and placed it on the ground.
"Elder Lin!"
Both the Crown Prince and the white-haired elder's expressions changed.
Whiz!
The white-haired elder instantly appeared beside the corpse, carefully examining it, then looked up with an extremely grim face, "Where did you find the body? Were there others nearby?"
"It was in a desolate mountain two hundred miles north from here, we didn't see anyone else." The middle-aged martial artist shook his head.
