Murong Ziqi was dead?
The Sword Attendants all gasped in surprise. In their eyes, Murong Ziqi had been outstanding among the younger generation.
"Who killed him?" The Sword Emperor's expression, however, hardly changed. His gaze remained indifferent.
Murong Ziqi? Perhaps he himself thought that I had been very good to him. In reality, that was not so. Just like a person raising a pig, taking good care of it certainly serves a purpose. My kindness to him was merely a whim. He's dead, and that's that. The Sword Emperor would not grieve for him. He considered it no more than the death of a pet.
"Even so, who was it? After all, when you strike a dog, you must consider its master," the Sword Emperor asked evenly.
In the Sword Emperor's opinion, there were perhaps a dozen people within Dragon Country capable of killing Murong Ziqi. But Murong Ziqi was his disciple—who would have the audacity?
"Wu Tian," the man in black uttered.
