Who else might not know, but how could she not?
Ma Shaokang, the good friend she had only known for a short while, had died from Qi Deviation after rashly practicing the Kunpeng Art.
This showed that for those whose martial arts were not strong enough, this technique brought more harm than benefit. Shanhua was innocent, not foolish; naturally, she could recognize that much.
Compared to Ma Shaokang, although this friend held no small place in her heart, he was still far inferior to Lü Yue. After all, once a young girl fell into the river of love, she would throw caution to the winds.
What was more, if she had known back then that Ma Shaokang would suffer Qi Deviation because of the Kunpeng Art, she would never have recklessly passed the technique on to him.
Now, hearing that her grandfather wanted to pass this martial art on to Lü Yue as well, she was naturally greatly shocked. She hurriedly tried to stop him, determined not to let Lü Yue follow in Ma Shaokang's footsteps.
Lü Yue did not understand what she meant, so Shanhua hastily explained the entire chain of events in detail, her words filled with guilt over Ma Shaokang's death.
Lü Yue, however, after hearing it all, discreetly glanced at Mountain Lord. He was not some Little White who knew nothing. He had remembered everything Meng Zhao had said, and he suspected that Ma Shaokang's death was inseparable from this senior Mountain Lord.
What he had not expected was that this senior Mountain Lord's methods were so brilliant. Using Shanhua's own hands, he had plotted Ma Shaokang's death without leaving a trace, cleanly removing both himself and Meng Zhao, the true mastermind behind the scenes, from suspicion.
He truly was an old fox, cunning to the