"What? Zhao Bing?" the Elder of the Purple Thunder Sect exclaimed, his expression undergoing a dramatic change as his voice boomed with fury, "Who did this?"
"They... they did it!"
Wu Lei pointed furiously at Di Lin and Xiao Chen.
She was fully aware of who Zhao Bing was.
She never expected Zhao Bing to be entirely devoted to her; she merely used him as a stepping stone to advance herself step by step.
She had sacrificed her own body, and it had taken a lot of effort to get where she was today, and now it was all destroyed.
With Zhao Bing dead, how could she continue to exist in the inner sect?
Thus, her hatred extended not only to Xiao Chen but also to Di Lin.
This good-for-nothing constantly professed to consider her interests but always ended up doing foolish things that sabotaged her future.
"Elder, Brother Zhao Bing died a terrible death, you must avenge him!" Wu Lei cried.
