"Phew."
A scorching spark surged vehemently, shooting through the forehead of the woman clad in blue.
The scarifying laughter abruptly came to a halt. A dark hole appeared in her forehead, eyes wide open, she slumped to the ground.
"Yin'er, why did you burn her to death?"
A person and a bird surged forward swiftly. Lin Qingluo bowed to inspect and found the woman in blue already dead, lifeless.
"Evil and perverse, her death is of no great loss."
Little Kingfisher looked at the woman in blue with utter disgust, almost wishing to incinerate her corpse into ash.
Lin Qingluo helplessly rubbed her forehead, "You're too eager. I still wanted to question her about the whereabouts of the Dark Spirit Flower."
"The Xuanyin Sect."
Little Kingfisher didn't care much, "I'll let the other birds investigate."
"Well, we can only do it this way."
Lin Qingluo sighed deeply.
"Master." "Sister." "Little Sister."
A group of young men followed suit.
