From behind came the sound of Yu Yingnan's suppressed sobbing. She cried her heart out over her master's corpse, unable to comprehend why this cold, black-clad man killed her master and senior sister, threatened to annihilate the whole Jiuxiao Sect, and yet spared her life alone.
With hatred filling her eyes, Jianshui dared not sob aloud, fearing this group of monsters might change their mind.
Changtian didn't spare her a glance. Even if he saw the hatred in her eyes, he wouldn't care.
Qingluan cautiously followed for a while before gathering the courage to softly ask, "My lord, Qi Zai and Jiu Mo...?"
Changtian seemed unperturbed and replied, "They were seriously injured, so I brought them into the God Demon Prison."
If that girl were still alive, seeing him slaughter entire clans at the drop of a hat, she would probably soften again, wouldn't she?
