"Brother, you were too harsh. That man's life force is completely severed by your arrow—he didn't even have the strength to speak his final words. Now we can't interrogate him to find out who ordered him to target our Yun Clan," Yun Yanshuang said, casting a disapproving glance at her brother.
"No matter. Even if he's dead, I can more or less guess who's behind this," Yun Yanshui replied calmly, his cold gaze fixed on the dying middle-aged cultivator.
"So careless…"
The pale-faced cultivator lay slumped on the ground, his life slipping away. His eyes struggled to focus on the Yun siblings as he rasped, "To think… the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan harbors such a great secret—a… a cultivator without a spiritual root!"
"Hahaha! No wonder your clan has risen so quickly. With such fortune behind you, once word gets out, it will undoubtedly bring calamity upon you!
