770 Driftsnow Inn

Although Cheron’s eyes flashed sharply, he didn’t say anything. He glanced at the woman standing beside the corpse, only to see her currently staring at Qin Wentian with hatred. Momentarily, conjectures appeared in his mind.

"Did you do anything to Xuan Zhu?" That woman stared at Qin Wentian as she coldly asked. If it was only the bell’s reverberation, it was most definitely impossible to jolt Xuan Zhu to death. Everyone here was under the impactful vibration of the bell chimes, and although their inner organs were shocked slightly, it wasn’t to the extent that their hearts would rupture.

Qin Wentian’s gaze slowly shifted over staring at the woman. His eyes flashed with a cold gleam of light, "You guys are unbridled without the slightest scruple, wanting to expel people from this place. In fact, this man even wanted to attack me but was jolted to death by the sudden sounding out of the ancient bell. What has this got to do with me?"