In that instant, Li Qingyan's eyes flickered with many things, but in the next moment, they all vanished like smoke and clouds.
That guy is dead?
Amidst a brief silence, Li Qingyan turned and sat back on the same giant stone that had cracked earlier, her red lips parted slightly, yet without words, she exhaled a puff of white breath.
The collapsed majestic hall lay like a dead beast on the ground, while the snow falling from the sky buried all traces of it.
Li Qingyan's scarlet pupils stared tightly at the black-armored general standing in the snow for a long while:
"You say... he's dead?"
Yuan Hao didn't immediately answer, instead, he pondered over his words internally, and after he spoke, he observed the other's expression.
Although he was a madman, it didn't mean he didn't understand how to observe others' expressions and words.
It seemed that Prince Wu Yuan was somewhat unsettled by the Third Young Master's death.
