Ao'ye's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the girl look like she was trapped in her demons, Ao'ye hastily bowed and called "Little Lord" a few times.
Qiao Mu's bone-chilling gaze landed on the old granny's badly mutilated body, but there was not any reflection in her chilly, pitch-black eyes.
"Little-little Master," Ao'ye raised his volume, his expression slightly shifting, as he tried to pull Qiao Mu out of her emotions.
Her hands instantly relaxed their tight grasp of the ferule, and her frosty face also eased slightly. She turned to the anxious-looking youth in black and nodded and said, "I'm fine. Take care of the body, don't leave behind any evidence."
"Yes." Ao'ye nodded and skillfully picked up the corpse, his left hand sprinkling some white powder on the ground.
The puddle of blood swiftly receded and disappeared, and the courtyard appeared to have recovered its typical tranquility.
However, Qiao Mu's heart could not be calmed.
