Hearing Zhang Zidao's words, my little heart also skipped a beat, but I made an effort to stay calm, "Not necessarily! No fourth person knows about this, and the cremated remains have been dealt with. She was in retreat and couldn't be disturbed, Ten Thousand Poison Hall might not even know..." Zhao Zheng was dead.
I gave Zhang Zidao a look that said "you know what I'm talking about."
Zhang Zidao got the hint after a moment and muttered, "My smart disciple, so what the heck is going on with this disgusting corpse water being splashed down?"
When a master asks his disciple what's going on, it's pretty unreliable.
Even more outrageous is the fact that the master has lived for three hundred years and is a grandmaster!!
"Let's just wait and see for now. Since Ten Thousand Poison Hall has sprinkled the corpse water, they'll definitely take some action." As if to prove my point, I hadn't even finished speaking.
