"It must be Zhu Zhuqing, Yiran, and Zhao Wuji. Something has happened to those three."
Qin Xiao guessed where the problem lay in an instant.
He was also certain that this sudden premonition could not be wrong.
"Hahaha, Brother Qin, what wind has blown you here?"
Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi's hearty laughter rang out from within the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Immediately afterward, Qin Xiao saw Ning Fengzhi flying toward him with Sword Douluo's help.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi, Qin Xiao said, "Sect Master Ning, I originally had something to discuss with you, but now there's something I have no choice but to do."
"Oh?"
After hearing Qin Xiao's words, a strange look crossed Ning Fengzhi's face. "What is it you intend to do, Brother Qin? Can I be of any assistance?"
Qin Xiao shook his head. "No need. Killing is something I'm quite good at."
With that, he lingered no longer. He bent his knees and pushed off, shooting into the distance like a cannonball.
Rumble!
Only after Qin Xiao had vanished completely from sight did the thunderous sound of his passage through the air reach Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's ears.
Ning Fengzhi asked curiously, "Uncle Jian, who do you think provoked Qin Xiao this time?"
"Heh, is there even any need to guess?"
The corners of Sword Douluo's mouth twitched twice, forming a smile.
"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi raised an eyebrow. "Uncle Jian, you can even guess that?"
"Of course!"
Sword Douluo answered matter-of-factly, "A dead man."
Huh?
Ning Fengzhi looked stunned at his answer.
"Sect Master, don't waste your thoughts on this. Almost everyone who provokes Qin Xiao ends up dead. We only need to wait patiently for him to return. Once he does, the water will recede and the stones will be revealed."