"What are you laughing at?"
Xie Wenren took a step back in fright at the Strange Person's odd behavior, and as he retreated, his eyes saw the half-arrow being fully pushed into the Strange Person's heart and flesh. Only then did he completely relax, and mockingly sneered again:
"You are about to die, and you still have the face to laugh? If I were you, I would regret not choosing a feng shui-friendly grave site earlier!"
"I'm laughing because Pei Yuanjing, the second most talented person in the world and the future leader of the Taoist sect, is about to die at the hands of a despicable villain like you. It's truly a pity. If I were him, I definitely wouldn't rest in peace!"
The Strange Person shook his head and explained, but there seemed to be no signs of death or injury.
"Hmph! You don't need to worry about that! Rest in peace!"
