"Cough..."
Lin Shisan coughed violently.
He even coughed up several ounces of fresh blood.
"Chen Dong, what's going on?"
Little Dragon looked at Lin Shisan doubtfully.
His face was as pale as soap, and he was panting heavily. No matter how Little Dragon looked at him, he seemed to be at death's door.
He was nothing like the Meridian Opening Fourth Stage cultivator Little Dragon had expected.
More importantly, all Little Dragon could sense from Lin Shisan was a shaky, insubstantial aura.
There was not the slightest trace of a Meridian Opening Realm cultivator's pressure. By all appearances, he seemed to be at the fifth or sixth stage of Body Tempering.
And in those listless eyes, aside from their blood-red color, Little Dragon could not see even a hint of a Demon Cave Spy's sinister, uncanny air.
He was rather different from the legendary Feng Qingye.
Feng Qingye had that unfathomably deep gaze and an almost flawless, polished way of dealing with people.
None of that could be seen in Lin Shisan. He was simply a young country boy from the mountain wilderness, honest and guileless.
"Chen Dong, did you see with your own eyes that he killed my Grandpa Pang and Yun Yan?"
"What exactly happened here? Why did he kill my Grandpa Pang, Yun Yan, and the others?"
"Why has Yan'er passed out here too?"
"Well..."
Little Dragon's barrage of questions left Chen Dong speechless.
"What on earth happened? Spell it out for me, word for word. I want the whole truth exactly as it happened."
Little Dragon's imposing aura grew stronger and stronger.
Chen Dong's head throbbed.
Little Dragon's eyes were far too piercing, and his Divine Sense bore down on Chen Dong until his heart fluttered with panic.
Although he was also in the Meridian Opening