Inside the Black Poison Pond.
Xiao Yi and Qing Lin looked at the corpses of the Academic Disciples of the Black Cloud Academy.
Qing Lin's face was unsightly.
Xiao Yi's face was indifferent, and he said flatly, "Shall we take them back?"
Qing Lin shook his head, "No need, the Black Cloud Academy is an academy, a place to educate disciples."
"Martial Artists often die outside, it's a common occurrence."
"Moreover, having the entire Black Poison Villa to accompany them in death is enough."
There was a trace of helplessness in Qing Lin's icy words.
"What about you?" Qing Lin suddenly restrained his expression and looked at Xiao Yi.
"What?" Xiao Yi asked doubtfully.
"Naturally about today's massacre at the Black Poison Villa," Qing Lin looked intently at Xiao Yi and said.
"As far as I know, you're not someone who likes to meddle in others' affairs."
"Why, is this a meddlesome affair to me?" Xiao Yi chuckled and asked.
"Indeed." Qing Lin nodded, speaking decisively.
