"In your current state, do you think we would still believe you?"
Jin Wuying, the true disciple of Xu Wutian, appeared. Although he hadn't seen it, he had heard everything. Knowing that his good friend died at the hands of the young man in front of him, any remaining good feeling he had for Feng Qing'an had completely dissipated.
As for whether his friend provoked this situation and brought death upon himself, that was not his concern. He was not Hua Qingyu; he had no interest in reasoning.
"What about me now? What's changed since before?"
Feng Qing'an raised his hand, opened his sleeve, looked down and did not find anything wrong with himself.
"At this point, how dare you still call yourself an Independent Practitioner?"
Jin Wuying stared at Feng Qing'an. When he harbored hostility and wanted to act, Malice from all sides suddenly engulfed him, making his body tremble involuntarily, as if the world was rejecting him.
