White Warrior's face was seething with evil Qi as he stared at Lin Bai, his eyes filled with a cold color.
"It was the night Li Feng invited us to drink when you took action, wasn't it?" White Warrior asked indifferently.
Lin Bai's expression remained calm, and he said with a smile, "I don't understand what Senior White Warrior is talking about."
"Still trying to argue? In the room where White Wind was murdered, I found a sword mark. Such sword skill must have come from the hand of a warrior with profound accomplishment in sword art!"
"So, tell me, on that night, how many masters of swordsmanship would there have been?"
"Within the White Snake Clan, in White Snake Valley, who else has sword skill to rival the disciples of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect?"
White Warrior asked coldly.
On hearing this, Lin Bai suddenly remembered the moment when Jing Shu killed White Wind with a slash of her sword, the sword Qi leaked out and left a mark on the ground.
