"You— You—" Naturally, even Fang Ling'er was speechless. Fang Yu was known as the pure disciple of the Sect Master. How could she sleep with an unknown cultivator? "You—"
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Fang Yu asked, frowning. "It's already so late… why…" her gaze turned towards her tent. Slowly, her expressions change. "Who would dare attack my tent?"
Because of Fang Yu's words, everyone who originally came here and saw Xiawen Dong lying in his own pool of blood, recalled why they tried to call out Fang Yu. Under their gaze, Fang Yu marched towards her tent, Mo Li following behind her.
"Who—" Seeing the blood inside, Fang Yu's face darkened. "What happened here?"
"Elder Fang… there was a big explosion. Maybe the two of you didn't hear it because…" a Disciple stuttered as he eyed Mo Li. "But— But when we came here Master Xiawen Dong was already like this. So�� we thought…" the disciple lowered his head.