"Friends? You are friends!!!" Yue Zhenglin laughed despairingly, a laugh even uglier than a cry. Then, with a face full of sorrow, he glanced at Yan Yuchu, then at Mu Hanyan, and finally, with fury and hatred, he gave Fourth Miss Zhao a look before collapsing heavily onto the ground, eyes wide open in death.
"He was killed by this vile woman!" This was Yue Zhenglin's only thought before he died.
As the esteemed young master of the Yue family, a cultivation genius seen once in a thousand years, he had died obscurely, an outcome he could not accept. How could he have expected that the so-called supreme expert invited by Fourth Miss Zhao would turn out to be a friend of Mu Hanyan?
Zhou Qi and a few others also died with too much bitterness, too much regret, and too much resentment, eyes wide open, falling to the ground as their blood quickly dyed the land red.
