Generally speaking, there are three types of people who are clean and efficient at murder.
One is those who kill without blinking, with hearts cold and blood chilled, long accustomed to it.
Two is similar to Baili Yu, who is just and stern, quick to respond to grievances, showing no mercy to petty scoundrels.
The third type possibly got startled by Chi Wenyan's shrieking and instinctively trembled, slashing his throat.
But slash it they did, Chi Wenyan, a notorious villain, deserved death.
Only now, rows of young cultivators lie incapacitated, having fallen victim to Chi Wenyan's bizarre poison, without an antidote!
Ji Yinyin burst into tears on the spot: "Senior, why did you kill him before extracting the antidote? If so, won't I have to be a wooden figure for life, boo hoo hoo..."
Wen Hanwei blushed, uneasily rubbing her slender index finger against the sleeve for a while, unsure of how to reply, only offering a cold stare and silence.
How can it be like this...
