"Senior."
Xianggu immediately lowered her noble head, not daring to put on the slightest pretense here.
"Dispose of the body. For at least a while, don't let anyone else discover it.
Even if they do discover it, it will be nothing more than a fight between fellow disciples.
Don't worry too much.
Since Zhao Shuang was so certain she could hurt you just now, that naturally proves things like this have already happened many times in the Hehuan Sect. The only difference is who ended up dead."
Qin Jiuge's tone was especially light and breezy; it was not hard to see that, when it came to such trivial, rotten matters, he had long since seen them so often they no longer surprised him.
"Yes, Senior."
Xianggu's heart, which had just been rising and falling, grew calm again because of Qin Jiuge's words.
Today, a little Zhao Shuang had taken the initiative to come seeking death. Tomorrow, if anyone else bullied their way to her door, their end would probably be the same.
And within the Hehuan Sect, the death of a mere little Zhao Shuang did not cause any great waves.
Perhaps Zhao Shuang had some connections in this inner sect, and it was also very possible that she was involved with a true Elder.
But as long as no clues could be found within a period of time, then as time passed, a dead person would not have much value.
Naturally, more and more people would completely forget about this matter.
This was the most obvious law within society, between person and person, and it had never changed.
Especially in a place like the Hehuan Sect, where profit was everything, it was even more so.
If you had value, you had a reason to live; if you had no