Lin Feiyan also put down the Guqin and checked Mo Qingyun's injuries, suddenly opening her eyes wide to reveal a pair of reddened bloody pupils.
After a long silence, she solemnly said, "First breaking the bones, then crippling the Dantian, a fatal blow yet it was executed with the enlightening force of supreme understanding. Truly ingenious!"
"Hmm?"
Zhu Chanji's expression flashed, a terrifying woman indeed; with just a brief observation, she replayed Mo Qingyun's death process in her mind, truly remarkable.
"Lin is indeed worthy of her pair of blood pupils, truly a pair of discerning eyes."
"Old Zhu, you cannot absolve yourself from Qingyun's death," Lin Xiaotian said, glaring with dead fish eyes, his look stern as if blaming Zhu Chanji for his lack of protection.
"Old man, who do you think you are? How dare you threaten our helmsman?" Bai Mudan, still a greenhorn fearless of the tiger, retorted furiously with her eyebrows inverted, her tone icy.
"Cackle cackle cackle..."
