Special Skill

Feng Xi came closer and placed a finger under Chu Li's nose but felt no breathing, thus confirming that he had indeed breathed his last. 

"It's done," Feng Xi said with a raised voice.

Two people glided over from a faraway rooftop. One of them was Zhou Xun while the other was Miss Ruolan, who was dressed in a light purple gown.

They approached the scene with their heads lowered as they examined Chu Li carefully.

"He's really dead?" Zhou Xun asked with a frown.

Feng Xi confirmed. "He's dead."

Miss Ruolan nodded and calmly observed. "There was no sign of any martial arts from the Tempest Temple. Indeed, he hasn't cultivated the Tempest Temple's martial arts."

She took out a porcelain bottle from her inner pocket and carefully poured out a pill. "Let him take this!"

Zhou Xun took the pill and stuffed it into Chu Li's mouth.

Then Miss Ruolan said, "Come with me."

She glided away as she spoke.