Zhoushan?
Jiang Zhoushan?
He was dead???
Murong Ruoxue's whole body shook violently, her face full of disbelief.
The surrounding disciples also revealed shocked expressions.
Clearly, none of them had expected this outcome.
Setting Jiang Zhoushan's strength aside, how many people would even dare touch him because of his identity alone?
Murong Ruoxue took a deep breath before speaking. "I only just learned that Jiang Zhoushan is dead."
"If you want to get the reason from me, then I can only say sorry."
"You're sure you don't know?" Jiang Fengtian asked coldly.
There was a faint threat in his voice.
Murong Ruoxue's expression gradually turned cold. "First, you need to understand one thing. I am not your criminal. Put away that attitude."
"Second, I am also saddened by what happened to Jiang Zhoushan, but not knowing means not knowing."
"Third, if there is nothing else, you may leave."
"You..."
Jiang Fengtian was both furious and enraged, yet he could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.
Only then did he speak again. "This Seat was indeed somewhat anxious just now. I can apologize."
"But Zhoushan did come here with you. Think carefully—did he have any unpleasant conflicts with anyone?"
An unpleasant conflict.
Everyone's hearts jolted upon hearing that.
Very quickly, they thought of one possibility.
At the same time, Chen Wen's figure surfaced in their minds.
Of all possibilities, Chen Wen was undoubtedly the most likely one.
A flicker passed through Murong Ruoxue's eyes before she said, "I have nothing to say."
It was not because she wanted to conceal anything, nor because she wanted to help Chen Wen.
She simply could not stand Jiang Fengtian.
He had started with threats.
When the threats failed, he put on an act.
Disgusting.
Of course, she would not say any of that