My Demon Queen

Chapter 257: Any Discovery

The Phoenix Clan's rest area has been reduced to a charred ruin. After the once exquisite buildings were ruthlessly devoured by the fire, only the ruins are left, crumbling in the night wind.

The miserable area was littered with corpses, some of which were burned beyond recognition, and some of which had missing limbs.

The bloodstains dried into dark red patches on the ground, forming a strong visual impact with the charred black ruins, as if it was a horrific painting graffitied by the devil.

Bai Feiyu was dressed in white, standing out in this tragic scene.

He stared at the miserable appearance of the corpses, squatted slightly, and the white hem of his clothes gently fell on the dusty and bloodstained ground.

His hands trembled slightly as he gently pushed aside the burnt clothes on the corpse and examined the hideous wounds.

Every wound seemed to be silently telling the disaster suffered by the Phoenix Clan. Bai Feiyu sighed helplessly, and that sigh was full of grief and regret.

Then, he slowly stood up and looked in the distance, his eyes full of helplessness, muttering to himself: "How on earth did the Phoenix Clan provoke you?"

His eyes were deep and complex, as if he was looking through the ruins at the murderer hiding in the darkness.

Then, Bai Feiyu carefully checked the wounds on all the corpses with his hands. His brows were tightly furrowed, his sword-like eyebrows were almost twisted into a ball, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any details.

Sometimes he bent down and observed the corpse carefully; sometimes he closed his eyes and used his spiritual power to sense the remaining breath around the wound.

After the inspection, a complicated expression emerged on his face. He found that apart from the murderer's quick movements, there were no valuable traces left at the scene. This made him feel relieved but also a little headache.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows vigorously, pressing his slender fingers there as if trying to dispel the worry.

He said softly, "This is going to be difficult."

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps was heard. The sound came from far away and seemed to carry an invisible sense of oppression.

The next moment, the leaders of the Dragon Clan, the Qilin Clan, the Yaoguang Fairyland, and the Qingcheng Academy appeared behind Bai Feiyu.

Long Yuan, the ruler of the dragon clan, was wearing luxurious dragon scale armor, and every scale was shining coldly under the light of the fire.

His face was as firm as a knife, his eyes were sharp and majestic, and he asked seriously: "Master of Wulin, have you found anything..."

On the other side of the Phoenix Clan's rest area, Ye An was in a state of anxiety.

He stood in a slightly open area, with the ground beneath his feet cracked and dried by the fire.

He was extremely anxious and couldn't wait to use the formation to continue searching for Mo Qingcheng's whereabouts.

He paced back and forth, each step filled with urgency and uneasiness, and the hurried footsteps seemed to be the echo of his inner anxiety.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, flickering faintly in the light of the fire.

However, he was annoyed to find that he was surrounded by disciples from the Holy Land of Martial Arts.

These disciples were dressed in uniform, some holding buckets of water, some holding fire-fighting instruments, and were cleaning up the scene.

They stood in groups of three or five, looking around from time to time.

"Who are you? Are you... a survivor?" One of the disciples of the Holy Land of Martial Arts stepped forward and asked.

The disciple was tall and had a square face. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes as he looked Ye An up and down.

He was holding a broom in his hand, which was still covered with some dust.

Ye An looked at the increasing number of people gathering around and thought to himself that something was wrong. He knew that he could not use the formation anymore.

He quickly waved his hands and said with a sad face: "I wasn't, I went in to save people, but... hey, they all died."

As he spoke, he hung his head and looked dejected, his eyes full of sadness and frustration.

His hands hung limply at his sides, and the burnt corners of his clothes fluttered gently in the night breeze.

The disciple from the Holy Land of Martial Arts looked at Ye An carefully and saw that his whole body was charred and his face was covered with dust and dirt. He really looked like he had just come out of a fire.

The disciple didn't think much about it and arranged two people to escort Ye An back.

The two disciples quickly walked to Ye An's side and supported him on the left and right.

Ye An quickly waved his hands to refuse. He waved his hands constantly and kept saying, "No, no, I can go back by myself."

However, the disciples of the Holy Land of Martial Arts were too enthusiastic. The two disciples were determined and held Ye An's arms tightly with their hands, as if they were afraid that he would break free.

Ye An sighed helplessly and had to follow them back.

On the way back, he kept looking back at the Phoenix Clan rest area, his eyes full of worry.

Ye An was half-pushed and half-led back to the inn by the two disciples of the Holy Land of Martial Arts.

As soon as he entered the inn room, he couldn't wait to break free from their support, walked quickly to the window, looked eagerly in the direction of the Phoenix Clan's rest area, and prayed silently in his heart that Mo Qingcheng would appear in front of him safely.

The two disciples looked at each other, and one of them said, "Young Master, you should have a good rest. It is really heartbreaking that the Phoenix Clan has suffered such a tragedy. Don't be too sad. Take care of yourself."

Ye An waved his hand absentmindedly, signaling them to leave.

After the disciples left, Ye An paced back and forth in the room like a trapped beast.

He sat down and stood up from time to time, rubbing his hands together.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed like a long torture for Ye An.

It was late at night and the street outside the inn became silent, with only the occasional sound of night watchmen.

Ye An's eyes were bloodshot, but he was not sleepy at all.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a slight sound of footsteps approaching.

He rushed to the door and opened it, only to see an empty corridor.

Ye An sighed in disappointment and leaned against the door frame.

He began to recall every moment he spent with Mo Qingcheng, and those wonderful times flashed through his mind like scenes from a movie.

His heart was full of regret. If he had discovered earlier that Mo Qingcheng was gone, perhaps he would not have put her in such danger.

"My silly wife, where are you? It must not be you who did this! Your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet!"

Ye An muttered to himself while staring at the direction of the Phoenix Clan's rest area outside the window, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

"Dong dong dong."