Murong Yu moved like lightning and grabbed Jiang Yun'er, shouting, "There's an endless sea of fire below! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"Wang Xian..."
Staring into the unfathomably deep abyss, Jiang Yun'er cried out weakly, "How could you jump down there?!"
No, just as she was grieving beyond words, she suddenly spun around and looked at the traces of a fight on the ground. Her heart jolted.
She glared at Jiang Wenzheng and shouted, "Brother, did you kill him?!"
Jiang Wenzheng froze at her words, then sneered coldly. "A half-man, half-ghost freak like him would only bring harm to the world. Better he died sooner rather than later!"
"You..." Jiang Yun'er sucked in a sharp breath.
She had never imagined that her own brother had knocked Wang Xian off the cliff.
Furious, she shrieked, "Jiang Wenzheng, you're dead! Even if I don't kill you, Dongfang Mingyue of Phoenix Academy, Nalan Liuli of White Cloud Mountain, and Wang Xian's master will take your life!"
"Bah! I'm terrified!"
Jiang Wenzheng stuck out his neck. "Which of their eyes saw me harm Wang Xian? He jumped down himself, didn't he?"
"Sigh!"
Now Murong Yu was at a loss, looking between the two of them with a troubled expression.
On one side was her daughter, born with a naturally yin-cold constitution. She needed a spiritual body like Wang Xian's to harmonize yin and yang and reach a higher realm.
And now Wang Xian was dead. Where was she supposed to find another pure-yang body?
Just as she was getting a headache over it, a young woman in a red dress came flying over from afar.
"Miss, this is bad! A lot of people from Phoenix Academy, White Cloud Mountain, and Hundred Flowers Valley have arrived. They say they're looking for you and