Zhang Tingwan heard this, the originally faint smile on her face deepened, "Elder, you must be joking. When I kill, there's often no remains, let alone tombs."
Elder: "Oh, I must have underestimated you."
This exchange flowed smoothly like a conversation between old friends who haven't seen each other in years.
Qin Yu kept silent, trying to minimize her presence, but to no avail. Her left cheek soon felt a chilling sensation as Zhang Tingwan gently tapped the edge of the White Bone Dagger against it.
There was a crisp slap sound.
Qin Yu's brow tugged slightly. She smiled and asked the Elder, "Where did this young Cabbage come from? Did the Elders facing the wall run out of foot-washing maids?"
Qin Yu and Jiaojiao: "..."
Wow, this woman is so vicious.
The Elder stayed composed, speaking calmly, "She is the next Senior Sister."
Zhang Tingwan raised an eyebrow, "Oh, Fang Yourong is dead?"
Elder: "Yes."
