"What?"
Jia Xingzhi froze, then involuntarily stepped forward, staring at the guard in disbelief. "Who did you say was dead?"
Sweat seeped from the guard's forehead. "Reporting to the steward, A-Attendant Li is dead."
At those words, a trace of bewilderment appeared on Jia Xingzhi's face.
He had imagined ten thousand possibilities.
Li Yan might have failed to catch the assassin, might still be doggedly pursuing him, or might have become embroiled in a prolonged fight with him-and thus wasted too much time.
The one thing he had never imagined was that Li Yan would die.
After all, he was a Great Grandmaster, a top-tier expert of the Jianghu whose very intervention was ordinarily subject to restrictions.
Unless an Earthly Immortal emerged, who could kill him?
Beside him, Cui Qingwu frowned slightly and gave him a displeased glance. "He's only an attendant. Is he worth so much concern?"
She did not know Li Yan's cultivation base, so she paid it little mind.
By comparison, another name concerned her more at that moment.
She frowned at the guard and asked, "Who did you say the other dead man was?"
"Zhao Yi?"
"Which Zhao Yi?"
Some of the languor vanished from Chen Yunfan's face, and he followed up seriously, "Was it the son of Marquis Zhaowu, Zhao Yi, Zhao Nanxi?"
The guard lowered his head and stammered, "Y-yes, him."
"How did he die?"
Cui Qingwu glanced at Jia Xingzhi, then changed tack. "Was he killed by Li-who killed him?"
The guard shook his head. "I-I d-don't know."
Jia Xingzhi immediately snapped, "Then why aren't you hurrying off to investigate? What are you standing here for?"
The guard hurriedly rose and saluted. "I'll go right-"
"Come back!"
Cui Qingwu stopped him, her brows tightly knitted, and ordered, "Find the people of the Judicial