Sigh, How Heartless

"My Lord, has the matter been settled?" asked the two man in black with covered faces in soft and extraordinarily respectful tones.

"Yes. Are you guys blind? Isn't that Li Ruihong's corpse right there?" retorted Mu Liufeng in a lazy and frivolous tone.

The two men in black turned around and immediately went over to deal with Li Ruihong's corpse.

Mu Liufeng turned back towards Ling Chuxi again, his bewitching eyes full of smiles. "So, wicked disciple… Where is my mask?"

"Here," said Ling Chuxi as she took out a mask after searching her own robes. This was something she brought with her wherever she went, just in case.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It is indeed very exquisite," remarked Mu Liufeng as he accepted the mask and took a good look at it, nodding his head in praise as he did so.

"Who exactly are you? Why is it that you even dare kill people from the Deity Temple?" asked Ling Chuxi somberly as she stared at Mu Liufeng.