The middle-aged Luo Mantang, though aged over a century, carried himself with the air of a great house, and said, "Worthy brother, you are a wise man and also a master of Martial Arts."
"Now with the body here, we can deduce from the traces on it how your disciple died and who the enemy might be."
The Black-faced Lord snorted, "Huh!"
Luo Mantang waved his hand. Luo Hanting and Luo San moved the corpse into the sunlight. As the sunlight shone upon it, numerous wounds became visible.
Upon seeing the skin sticking and threaded with silk, the Black-faced Lord recognized this as a move from the Luo Family, having experienced it before, and immediately said, "Still dare to quibble, I see this move as a woman's handiwork, let her come to take her death."
All present were skilled in Martial Arts, scrutinizing the move and guessing the person behind it. Luo Mantang had earlier examined the Black-faced Bat King's corpse and prepared his words in advance, and he said:
