Fang Zhengzhi quickly discovered the disciple in green that had collapsed onto the ground. She was sweating profusely, and her dress was covered in blood. She was either severely injured or on the verge of death.
"Did my singing really kill her?" Fang Zhengzhi was shocked. It was like he had discovered a brand-new world, and he felt pleasantly surprised and yet complicated.
He was pleasantly surprised because he just found out that he could actually kill them with his singing. If he had known that, he would have sung a complete song and destroyed the entire Ling Yun Tower
However, he felt complicated because… Because he couldn't understand how such a nice song managed to kill someone.
Although Fang Zhengzhi didn't understand why it happened. Despite so, he wasn't naïve enough to believe that the disciple was wounded by his singing.
