"Young Master?!"
Several elders of the Xiao Family, especially those from Xiao Tianquan's branch who had placed great hopes on him, disregarded rank and status and left their seats to approach the place of honor. They tested Xiao Tianquan's breathing, felt his pulse, and sensed for traces of Divine Consciousness. In an instant, every face turned as pale as paper.
A few of them took out Pills and tried to stuff them into Xiao Tianquan's mouth.
But their hands were shaking so badly that it took them a long while just to get the Pills in, and it was utterly useless.
Blood ran horrifically from Xiao Tianquan's seven orifices. His breath was gone.
"He... he's really... dead..."
In an instant, everyone felt ice-cold from head to toe.
An elderly Xiao Family elder raised his head and looked at Inspector Xia. His gaze held resentment, accusation, and hatred.
Yet constrained by the gap in cultivation and status, he did not dare show it too openly. He merely said bitterly, "Inspector Xia... what exactly happened here?"
The Xia Family's Golden Core cultivators exchanged looks.
Inspector Xia himself was also frowning deeply, no longer possessing that composure of remaining unruffled even should Mount Tai collapse before him.
This matter was simply too bizarre.
He had never imagined that one day, someone would suddenly die violently right in front of him—and that he would sense not the slightest clue.
There were no traces of Lingli or blood qi, no Spirit Artifacts, nor any signs of any Dao Method.
Just like that... he drank a cup of wine, went mad, and then died.
To outsiders, it even looked somewhat as though...
He, a True Person Feather Transformation, had personally killed Xiao Tianquan!
Inspector Xia stepped closer to Xiao Tianquan.
Several Xiao Family elders looked guarded