Xiaoshan's corpse gradually disappeared from Xu Wuzhou's sight as he fully entered the Dao Sect.

Xu Wuzhou took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the ground where Cui Yiming's blood and flesh were scattered.

Luo Qi, who had been crying, stopped when she looked at Xu Wuzhou. Although Xu Wuzhou didn't speak, she felt a sense of oppression. It was intangible, like looking at a volcano that hadn't erupted yet but was filled with the power to explode at any moment.

"Who did it?" Xu Wuzhou asked Luo Qi, his tone not loud, even calm.