Heartless
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
/How abominable. Jin Chaoyang actually had some use for him/
After all, he was already a yellow-level talisman practitioner.
"Where is he?" Holy Son Miyan asked solemnly.
"We can't find the corpse anymore," the air fluctuated slightly.
A man wearing a white robe and a white kerchief spoke while hanging his head, only revealing his eyes. He stood next to Holy Son Miyan.
"D*mn it," Holy Son Miyan cursed again.
The teacup in her hand cracked with a light crack before finally shattering into powder.
The tea dripped onto the floor from Miyan's palm.
The priests in the room didn't even dare take a deep breath.
It would be fine if Jin Chaoyang didn't have any remains, but if someone brought that corpse back for research…
The Holy Son furrowed his brows and thought: "The Divine Province's Crown Prince shouldn't be so hassleful. He must have sent people to take care of that punk."
"You're certain that he's dead?"