Jin Gui's expression brightened.
Jin Yixuan turned his head again, his gaze roving over the three of Ling Huxiao, frowning: "Where are the others?"
Where did that damned "mouse" go?
The matter of Mo Hua, Ling Huxiao and Ouyang Mu naturally wouldn't mention.
Song Jian wasn't stupid; he naturally wouldn't disclose it.
The three of them merely sneered, not uttering a word.
Jin Yixuan's anger rose in his heart, his eyelids twitching, he questioned: "Who is secretly helping you?"
Ling Huxiao sneered, "With just one sword, I can enter and leave the Ten Thousand Demons Prison freely, who needs help?"
Jin Yixuan knew he was bragging to evade the question, and ignored him, but his face still looked displeased.
Jin Gui, having long been displeased with Ling Huxiao, said: "Should we cripple his hands and teach him a lesson?"
Jin Yixuan's gaze was cold, he pondered for a moment, but still shook his head:
"These people are useful to the young master..."
