Yeah, I'm provoking you

The people from the Blood Dragon Sect had arrived.

Amidst the fearful gazes of those around, they stepped into the Hundred Weapons Tower.

They headed straight to find Zheng Xuanzhen.

Bang!

The door banged open. The middle-aged man in the lead froze in place.

Zheng Xuanzhen lay on the ground. He was dead.

The elderly man was still alive, but both his hands were severed. He looked terrified.

The middle-aged man in the lead felt nervous seeing them like this.

"Where is the culprit?" he asked angrily.

But no one answered him.

"Spread out and check the room. Find out who did this," he ordered.

Shortly after, a young man reported to him.

"Vice Sect Master, I found a strange smiley face."

"A smiley face?"

The man walked over and saw a smiley face on the table. It looked like it was smiling and crying at the same time.

He frowned. He had seen something like this before.