"Wen Jingxuan, even if you watch here eagerly every day, it's also impossible for that brat to come out! When sect disciples enter the Land of Exile, the casualties are extremely high even if they travel in groups; let alone that he's alone? I reckon that brat already died god knows how long ago!"
Han Qianyun looked at the Wen Jingxuan with a haggard face as he said those words very smugly.
In a blink of an eye, it had already been nearly 20 years. There was no news from Ye Yuan.
Right now, in Martial Secure Heavenly Sect, everyone already thought that Ye Yuan was long dead.
But these days, Wen Jingxuan would practically come to Flowing Cloud Peak every day.
Wen Jingxuan ignored Han Qianyun and did not even glance at him.