Although the old man had been dethroned, these were still his clansmen, and now they all lay dead here.
He was clearly outside, yet he heard nothing at all...
How is this possible?!
The old man suddenly thought of something and swiftly moved to the back.
Chuzheng motioned for Tun Xiang to follow.
The old man reached the cave, the stone door wide open, with a person standing inside.
Clad in black as dark as ink, a dead Teng Snake lay at his feet, their blood staining the entire cave.
"Tu Yan."
Chuzheng called out.
Tu Yan turned around, his expression calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. His eyes, as dark as ink, remained ever gloomy, as if suppressing endless darkness.
"Tu Yan!" The old man's gaze sharpened, like a knife falling on Tu Yan: "Why did you slaughter my clansmen?"
Tu Yan frowned, his gaze falling on Chuzheng: "It wasn't me."
He was explaining it to Chuzheng.
After explaining, Tu Yan shifted his gaze away; why should he explain his actions to her?
