Si Mobai took a careful look at Tu Xiang and saw that he was holding a petal in his hand. He picked it up with a frown and said, "It's from a peony flower."
Hearing this, Feng Tianlan suddenly thought of something and then quickly ran out calling, "Uncle."
"Lan'er." Si Mobai hurried to catch up. He caught her waist and used the fastest speed to run toward Feng Manor.
When they returned to Feng Manor and saw Feng Qingling inside the hall, instructing the housekeeper on a matter, Feng Tianlan rushed up and said, "Uncle, did anyone come by just now?"
"No, what's the matter?" Feng Qingling looked at the worried expression on her face in puzzlement and asked, "What happened?"
"Tu Xiang is dead..."
Boom!
She had not finished speaking when they heard the sound of an explosion. To ordinary people, it was like exploding fireworks. But for the Spiritual Masters of Cultivation, it was the sound of powerful men in battle.