Bie Yanghong looked at the sight outside the room, his gaze focusing.
That short figure exuding that foul and cold Qi seemed to cultivate the foulest methods in the world, but why did this Qi seem a little familiar?
But at this moment, there was no need to ponder these things.
"We are people foreordained to die, while that child is still young. Moreover, he has something very important to do today, so he cannot be disturbed."
Bie Yanghong was addressing Chusu's confusion.
Wuqiong Bi had no mind for such things. She spat at Chusu, "Just what sort of monster are you?"
Chusu smiled, but said nothing.
His smile was unpleasant to the eye and emanated a deep chill.
Wuqiong Bi became even more disgusted.
Bie Yanghong said, "I see the Qi from a senior on you. Could it be that he really did cultivate such a wicked technique?"
Chusu said nothing to this, though he seemed to be thinking of something.
After a while, he shook his head, ceasing his pursuit of those matters.
