As expected, her suspicions were correct. These people were not disciples from the Clear Sky Faction.
But…
"You, you people cannot kill me. I-I am Prin-Princess Jing's subordinate. You people cannot kill…" Pundit Qiu probably thought that no one would be able to do anything to him if he gave Princess Jing's name.
Yet with a cracking sound, his neck promptly hung limply.
Even in death, he probably still didn't understand how a young man had so easily killed him.
After throwing Pundit Qiu's corpse aside, Mo Lian snapped his fingers in distaste and set it ablaze until nothing was left.
The brandy-nosed senior did not dare speak. He merely lowered his head and retreated backwards silently.
After catching wind of what had happened, the emperor had wanted him to clean up the aftermath without letting the situation get too ugly.
Yet the result…
The situation was still spiraling toward an ugly outcome.
