"Damn it, why was it this bastard who died?" The man surnamed Yang's expression changed as well.
Though he was only a servant disciple, this servant disciple had a decent background and considerable strength. Now that he was dead, the stewards and elders of Servant Peak were all burning with rage.
A disciple's death was a slap across their faces. If this matter was mishandled, they would be dragged down with him.
"Have you heard? Zhang Biao, the genius ranked ninety-eighth among the servant disciples, is dead."
"Exactly. Such a formidable expert—who on earth did he offend to get killed on Servant Peak?"
"Zhang Biao was nothing but a bully. His death was well deserved; it counted as ridding the people of a scourge."
Among Qingyun Sect's servant disciples, Zhang Biao's miserable death was the most hotly discussed topic. It caused a huge stir throughout the servant disciples.
In particular, the weaker servant disciples who held fairly good rankings were deeply unsettled. They feared that one careless step might get them knocked unconscious and killed with a blow to the back of the head.
"Brother Chen, have you heard? The genius ranked ninety-eighth on the Spirit Elegance Ranking was butchered yesterday. That guy was still swaggering around here and showing off in front of us yesterday." When Liu Qiaogui saw Chen Huai'an, he spoke with a smile.
Whenever he was not cultivating, this fellow loved nothing more than sniffing out gossip and watching the drama unfold.
At Liu Qiaogui's shout, several servant disciples in the courtyard poked their heads out. They looked at one another, little stools and sunflower seeds already prepared, just waiting to feast on the gossip.
Chen Huai'an not only knew about the matter—he had taken part in it from beginning to end. He simply did