"Not dead?" Yang Huai'an couldn't believe it at all: "That's impossible. Situ Jingtian's death was a huge sensation in the whole Dragon City back then. He couldn't have faked his death."
Ye Guichen looked up, staring straight at Yang Huai'an: "Yang Yinluo, didn't you say there's a type of sorcerer in this world who can shield themselves? If Situ Jingtian is a sorcerer, then who could have noticed his faked death?"
Boom!
The words were like a thunderclap on the ground.
Yang Huai'an stood there for a long time, seemingly waking up finally: "Mr. Ye, you mean, there's a great possibility that Situ Jingtian was a sorcerer, and he faked his own death to escape from the dungeon?"
Thinking about this, Yang Huai'an seemed to have found something amiss: "But if that's really the case, could those black cats also be related to him?"
