Wei Zhen is dead!
When he got the news, Lu Chang'sheng couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.
The saying "lust brings the blade" had come true—he hadn't expected his words to become a curse.
After the Supreme Profound Sect people finished handling business, Lu Chang'sheng was finally allowed inside to collect Wei Zhen's corpse.
He'd taken a direct hit from the aftermath of a magic fight; most of his face was mangled and bloody. For a mid-stage Qi Cultivator, it shouldn't have been fatal—only, by some bad luck, several stone shards pierced straight through his skull, leaving a few gaping holes.
"You're this man's friend, right?"
A woman with a rather plump figure and powder dusted over her face walked over.
"Yes, and you are?" Lu Chang'sheng replied evenly.
"I'm the shopkeeper here. Those girls all work under me, scraping by," the woman's eyes flashed with a touch of grief, but to Lu Chang'sheng, it looked a bit fake.
