Disciples of the Eight Mysterious Hall soon vanished from sight, and the Black Blade Fish Clan did not pursue them, merely continuing on their way.
As for the one-armed member of the Black Blade Fish Clan, he was savouring the arm of the hall's disciple, enjoying the envious glances of those around him.
The Soul Power in Lin Qian's eyes gradually dissipated, and he no longer paid attention to the situation of the Black Blade Fish Clan. He furrowed his brows tightly, deep in thought.
Seeing Lin Qian like this, Ye Xin walked up and asked, "Little Qian, what happened? You look a bit pale."
"Of course, I'm pale! As a member of the Human Clan, how can I be anything but angry when I see fellow kinsmen's arms being severed by another race and being treated as a delicacy?" With that, Lin Qian sighed, produced an Imaging Crystal in his hand, infused it with Soul Power, and immediately an image materialized for them to watch.