A man dressed in all black suddenly appeared behind Luo Chengsu who was playing his flute by the fish pond, he knelt down on one knee, and reported. "The five people we sent to kill Xia Tian are dead, Young Master."
"What!?" Luo Chengsu immediately stopped playing his flute, and turned to the man. "Who killed them, Ah Di?"
"I don't know, Young Master." Ah Di answered by lowering his face. "When Ah Hua arrived at their battle area, the five of them had already disappeared, and he only found burn marks, but strangely he couldn't sense anyone else's energy."
Luo Chengsu raised his eyebrows. "Could it be that Xia Ling killed them?"
Ah Di shook his head. "The culprit is definitely not Xia Ling, Young Master. Because our people who are monitoring Xia Manor said that Xia Ling has not left their manor at all."
Luo Chengsu fell silent, he seemed to be deep in thought, as he tapped his flute against his palm.
"Shall we send a few more people, Young Master?" Ah Di asked.
