Zhuang Zidong's death made Ye Qiubai's heart feel a little heavy.
How many people had been possessed?
Would Chu Lan and Chi Bing encounter such a thing? Even though he was not a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Peak Sect, he was indebted to them after all. Furthermore, he had inherited the legacy of the founding ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Peak Sect.
Logically speaking, Ye Qiubai had to take care of Chu Lan and the others.
Moreover, whether it was Chu Lan or Chi Bing and Zhuang Zidong, they were both pure sword cultivators.
Suddenly, after Qiu Lu sat cross-legged and recovered, he stood up. The elegant smile on his face returned to normal. He looked at Ye Qiubai and said, "Brother Ye, what you did just now was a little immoral, right?"
These words made Su Hao, who already hated Ye Qiubai, glare at him.
"Why did you kill another fellow Daoist even if you didn't resist?"
