Before Mo Yujian could react, Hai Feng had already jumped up, his whole body flinched like a cat whose tail was being stepped on, and his face was thoroughly pale. "… what did you say? Whose corpse?"
The shadow guard's snot and tears were still falling. "It…It's Ma Sheqing!"
BOOM!
Hai Feng felt like his vision blurred, but before he could sway and fall, the man that was frozen since just now suddenly wobbled like fallen leaf, his sides bumped against the edge of the table so hard that not only the table skidded across the floor in inches, even the things atop of it all fell down to the ground with a loud crash.
Hai Feng instantly forgot about his dizziness and hastily supported Mo Yujian. "Master, are you okay?!"