Behind the fallen body of Wei Xian, a youth in blue clothes appeared, handsome in features and calm in gaze, nonchalantly sending a stream of Sword Qi slashing towards Gong Caiyu.
"Thank you, young master."
As the sore weakness in Gong Caiyu's body vanished, her cheeks flushed with shame, and she quickly lifted the clothes on both sides of her shoulders to cover her chest.
"The Young Sect Leader... is dead?!"
The disciples of the Jindao School who were on guard heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and instinctively looked back, only to see a body lying on the floor.
Everyone's faces turned ashen, filled with horror and fear.
"Who are you?"
"How dare you assassinate the Young Sect Leader, you, your entire clan will pay the price!"
Immediately, all eyes turned to the youth in blue clothes as if seeing a life-saving straw, too lazy to investigate further, each wielding their weapons and madly encircling him.
Wei Xian was dead,
