In the pristine and elegant room, Gong Bairong nearly took a step back, startled by what Wang Anfeng suddenly said.
The fact that Sikou Tingfeng was injured was known only to a few close disciples within the manor. Coupled with the elixir he took, which masked external signs, outsiders couldn't detect anything unusual. Yet, the person who only arrived today saw through it at a glance.
Subsequent conversations between Sikou Tingfeng and Wang Anfeng further disoriented her.
The typically aloof woman simply nodded, saying:
"Indeed."
"A few days ago, someone secretly sneaked into the manor and fought with me. Although they were repelled, I did sustain some injuries. Your pouch mentioned that two people in Jielu Sword Hall have issues. Where are they now?"
"Did you kill them?"
Sikou Tingfeng, similar to Xue Qinshuang in temperament, was more straightforward and disliked concealment. Sometimes she was like a sharp sword. Wang Anfeng smiled helplessly, saying:
"Of course not."
