Questioning Lin Ming?

Feng Wu coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of her internal organs. With the last of her strength, she painfully turned her head to look at Lin Ming, her eyes filled with confusion, fury, venom, and despair:

"Why... why... why didn't you... save me..."

Lin Ming stood where he was, his hands still in his pockets, watching everything with a blank expression. His gaze was as cold as ancient ice, as though he were watching a dull play that had nothing to do with him.

Tuoba Ying expressionlessly pulled out his spear, bringing with it a spray of steaming blood.

Feng Wu's body collapsed limply into the pool of blood. It twitched twice before falling completely still. Even in death, her eyes remained wide open, filled with resentment and hatred. She died with her eyes unclosed.

Tuoba Ying flicked away the blood remaining on his spearhead and turned to Lin Ming, his tone as calm as if he had merely crushed an ant:

"This person spoke without restraint and offended you, sir. I have already dealt with her on your behalf, so she would not dirty your hands. If you are worried about any repercussions, you can place all blame on my brother and me. Just say that the Second and Third Princes of the Sirius Empire killed her. It has nothing to do with you."

Lin Ming still said nothing. He merely looked at him quietly, his gaze deep and unreadable.

Tuoba Ying took an ancient-looking storage ring from his robes, faint streams of light flickering across it, and casually tossed it toward Lin Ming.

"Inside are high-grade cultivation resources worth one billion Azure Coins. Consider them compensation from my brother and me for failing to recognize your greatness and offending you today. Please accept