The mysterious strongman appearing in Xining City always needs an identity.
Very few people fit this identity...
But Luo Hai happens to be one of them!
"You want me to take the blame for you?"
Luo Hai's expression changed, becoming peculiar.
"Don't worry, no one was killed, so it's not really taking the blame."
Xie Xuanyi smiled and said, "I merely gave the Yin God Venerable of the Xining Marquis Mansion a slight lesson. Since you have accepted Xie Yueying as your disciple, it only makes sense to teach a lesson to those ignorant fools, does it not?"
Regarding what happened tonight, Xie Xuanyi casually picked up a bamboo slip and inscribed it with Divine Thought.
Luo Hai read it once, and his expression calmed down.
This indeed doesn't count as taking the blame...
One has to say.
