Chen Ye smiled warmly, helping Gao Ming brush off the dirty snow on his clothes.
Gao Ming felt flattered and smiled apologetically, "Taoist Friend Chen, I can do it myself."
The next moment,
Chen Ye caught a glimpse of the black-haired girl quietly retracting her head out of the corner of his eye,
his smile turned cold as he grabbed Gao Ming's blood-soaked hand:
"Kong Hongxuan, why did he send you to find me?"
The bones in his hand creaked, blood dampening the cuffs.
Gao Ming was in such pain that cold sweat poured down, and he screamed:
"Taoist Friend Chen, let go! I'll talk! Before, you killed Zhang Hong in front of Hall Master Hee Qi, disregarding Hall Master Kong's face, which displeased him. Just by chance, I passed by and saw Taoist Friend Chen."
As Chen Ye suspected,
Kong Hongxuan had his eyes on him.
When Gao Ming confessed, instead of feeling uneasy, Chen Ye felt a sense of certainty.
He was more worried about the unknown than foreseeable danger.
