"Chang Qi...he died like this?" Zhong Ying's expression was dull as she watched Chang Qi turn into a mass of blood mist, Na Na asked in disbelief. \%>_<%_xiao_said_wangyuan_created%>_<%\
Qin Dong waved his hand to take back the green sword, put it into the Qiankun Sheng, turned around and asked with a smile, "What, you are reluctant to let him die?"
"Bah!" As soon as Qin Dong finished speaking, Zhong Ying spat bitterly and said angrily, "Every beast of the Fantasy Beast Clan deserves to die, especially this Chang Qi, who is not even a thing. He is cruel, violent, and murderous. I don’t know how many monks died under his hands. I only hate that he died too late, so why can’t I bear to let him die? I just find it a bit incredible. I know very well how strong Chang Qi is, but he is here I can't even block a single move in front of you, your cultivation level is a bit too scary, isn't it?"
Qin Dong shook his head and did not pay attention to Zhong Ying's last sentence. Instead, he focused on her previous sentence and asked in a deep voice, "Since you hate the Phantom Beast Clan so much, why do you want to help others do evil and be willing to be theirs?" Where are the servants and minions?"[
"Who do you think are the slaves and minions of the Fantasy Beast Clan?" Qin Dong's question immediately angered Zhong Ying. Zhong Ying stared, clenching her pink fists, and just wanted to punch Qin Dong hard in the mouth, but thinking of Qin Dong's unfathomable cultivation, she just controlled it and had no impulse.
Qin Dong frowned and said calmly, "The Piaomiao Sect and the Fantasy Beast Clan are closely related. This is something everyone knows."
"So what? Our Piaomiao Sect does this because..." Zhong Ying stopped abruptly as he spoke, seeming to have some scruples.
Qin Dong was trying to extract from Zhong Ying the true purpose of the Piaomiao Sect's approach to the Phantom Beast Clan, and subconsciously asked, "For what?"
Zhong Ying coughed and said, "Why, you will naturally know when the time comes. But our Piaomiao Sect is by no means the slaves and minions of the Fantasy Beast Clan!"
Although Zhong Ying did not directly explain Qin Dong's doubts, through her attitude and words, Qin Dong basically confirmed his judgment and secretly sighed that his father did not let him down after all.
"Is your sect leader okay?" After a long silence, Qin Ran asked Zhong Ying quietly, with a layer of deep concern uncontrollably rising in his expression. After all, they are father and son, and their blood is thicker than water. No matter how time and space separate them, they can never be connected by blood.
Zhong Ying noticed Qin Dong's expression and couldn't help but feel something in her heart. A woman's intuition told her that the young man in front of her probably had an extraordinary connection with Qin Tailong. Otherwise, Qin Dong would never reveal anything when mentioning Qin Tailong. Such a look. But what kind of origin is this? Zhongying's curiosity was completely aroused.
"Do you know our sect leader?" Zhong Ying opened her mouth and asked.
Qin Dong has not yet clearly understood Qin Tailong's intentions. He is worried that casual exposure of his identity will have an inevitable impact on Qin Tailong's plan, so he must endure it.
"I don't know him, I just heard about it." Qin Dong replied, trying to make his answer casual and natural, but even so, it still couldn't escape Zhong Ying's keen eyes. Before Qin Dong finished speaking, she had already concluded that Qin Dong was lying.
Qin Dong has some kind of mysterious connection with the sect leader, and Qin Dong himself possesses a terrifyingly powerful cultivation level. All of this made Zhong Ying become very interested and curious about Qin Dong.