Li Tian furrowed his brows. The man had just died, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. It was cold and eerie.
"He's from the Supreme Daoist sect." Li Tian walked closer and saw that he was wearing the uniform of the Supreme Daoist sect.
"Wang Lei?" Li Tian's eyes fell on the disciple's token on the man's waist. He didn't know who this man was, but he was curious as to why he was here.
His gaze went up and stopped at Wang Lei's throat. The blood had already coagulated, but a tiny bloody slit could still be seen. A light flashed in his eyes ... This was a sword wound!
Li Tian clenched the celestial sword in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and felt a slight chill on his back. He looked up again and saw Wang Lei's eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked ferocious and fearful. He was staring at you as if he was asking for your life!
"Tsk," Li Tian's heart trembled. He frowned and looked away. He pursed his lips and looked around.
