The sudden news caught everyone off guard.
Qian Anning, after all, was a well-known figure in the Jianghu, celebrated as a young hero. Yet now, hearing of his death so unexpectedly, how could it not leave everyone stunned?
Moreover, Qian Anning had faced Chen Yi right before his bizarre defeat. Under such circumstances, anyone would suspect that Chen Yi was responsible.
So at this moment.
Chen Yi, with sleeves tightly tied and brows deeply furrowed, strode against the sunlight into Qilin Hall.
Qilin Hall was already filled with experts, and one by one, they cast their gaze over, most keeping their thoughts concealed, though a few were filled with righteous indignation, seemingly demanding an explanation.
His knife-like gaze swept over the crowd, and a vast silence fell, causing their hair to stand on end.
Chen Yi spoke, "Where is the person? Where did he die?"
