Although Phoebe was excited about her first combat experience and having achieved something, she was, after all, a good child, and the act of killing still unsettled her a bit.
Especially the fact that it led to an unexplained death, which even frightened her a little.
Lann inspected Phoebe's sleeve sword, which indeed had only a small amount of blood. Judging by the color, it was venous blood and hadn't pierced any vital areas. Also, there was no residual toxin on the blade.
To alleviate Phoebe's psychological burden, Lann decided to analyze the situation.
"What was the person's condition when they died?"
"I, I just remember that his face was pale and he kept gasping for air, desperately gasping, and after falling to the ground, the sound of his breathing was still piercing, like he was trying to cough out his lungs."
Lann scratched his chin, pondering, "You said you used the Immortal Peak Temple martial arts? Was the wind noise from it loud?"
"Uh... quite loud?"
