"Cyan Mist Saber, Chen Jiuquan!?"
Luo Shuqing certainly hadn't forgotten him either. After all, she'd caught plenty of fish in her life, but she'd only ever reeled in a corpse that one time.
At the time, they had discovered he died by his own Nine-Colored Divine Saber.
At this thought, Luo Shuqing gave Zuo Xuan and Zuo Hong a meaningful look.
The two of them understood at once and began carefully searching the bodies on the ship.
A moment later, they each dragged a corpse over—a man and a woman. Both were saber users, and their weapons hadn't left their hands even in death.
"They were husband and wife, nicknamed the 'Butterfly Mandarin Duck Saber.' They used a paired Saber Technique, one with the left hand and one with the right. They coordinated perfectly, and their technique was exceptional.
"The wounds they inflicted looked like the marks of a butterfly's wings, very distinctive."
Zuo Xuan and Zuo Hong pointed to the couple's fatal wounds and said,
