Fang Yi tore off the human skin mask with burn scars. A trace of slight surprise flashed in Nangong Lengxue's beautiful eyes, but she wasn't too shocked. As the director of the Hundred Immortals Sect, she naturally had seen such things.
Moreover, Nangong Lengxue also knew Fang Yi's plan.
Nangong Lengxue stepped forward and asked, "How was it? Did you beat him to death?"
She knew that once Fang Yi made a move, he wouldn't let someone off lightly. Recently, this guy had managed to turn several major families in Tianjing upside down, which was proof enough.
"Didn't beat him." Fang Yi said.
"Didn't beat him?" Nangong Lengxue was taken aback, then seemed to quickly come to a realization, frowning deeply: "Did you kill him?"
"Leng Xue, why would I kill him? I'm a nice person." Fang Yi looked at her with a face full of confusion.
"Leng Xue? Is that what you're calling me? You're not allowed to call me that!" Nangong Lengxue scolded immediately.
"Then what should I call you?"
