"Mujun???" Seeing the two identical Purple Phoenix Hairpins in Zhang Xiaohua's hand, the shock on Abbess Jinggang's face could no longer be expressed in words! She might have suspected that Yue Zhuoqun had died at Zhang Xiaohua's hands, but that was only suspicion, based solely on a woman's intuition. Even she herself had only half believed it.
But she had never imagined that Xi Mujun, too, would die at Zhang Xiaohua's hands—never!!!
Moreover, Abbess Jinggang had descended the mountain alone this time to hunt down Zhang Xiaohua not only because she hated him to the marrow, but also out of helplessness. Since Xi Mujun had gone down the mountain to gain experience, he had never returned. Abbess Jinggang's other disciples all had their own duties and remained within Abbess Jingyi's sight, so they could not be dispatched at will. Left with no choice, Abbess Jinggang had come down herself. Otherwise, she would have sent Xi Mujun long ago.
Because in her eyes, Zhang Xiaohua was simply no match for Xi Mujun—not even for a single move!
Yet when she heard Zhang Xiaohua say that he had killed Xi Mujun, Abbess Jinggang could scarcely believe her ears! But the two Purple Phoenix Hairpins in Zhang Xiaohua's hand were real. They had been bestowed upon Abbess Jinggang by the previous cult leader after she received her inheritance, accompanying her through many years before she later bestowed them upon Yue Zhuoqun and Xi Mujun. Even without examining them with divine sense, Abbess Jinggang could tell with the naked eye that these were genuine Purple Phoenix Hairpins. Her two treasured disciples would never casually dispose of such precious items!
The only possibility for these Purple Phoenix Hairpins to fall into Zhang Xiaohua's hands was that the two truly had died by his hand.
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