Seeing Mo Lin wasn't dead, Six-Eared Mingyue was very happy, but also a bit speechless.
Fan Qi's death seemed somewhat unjust.
He purely cursed himself to death because of his loose tongue.
"Well... you're okay... I..."
Thinking about how he couldn't go to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain to help Mo Lin in time, Six-Eared Mingyue was at a loss for how to explain.
"I couldn't make it to Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, I'm sorry." Six-Eared Mingyue apologized to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin already knew the general situation, understanding that Six-Eared Mingyue was stopped by people from Jingming Daoism.
He couldn't blame Six-Eared Mingyue.
"It's fine now." Mo Lin didn't blame Six-Eared Mingyue.
"One thing leads to another, today's matter is your responsibility."
Six-Eared Mingyue slowly pointed at Fan Qi's corpse and said: "Our Six-Eared Race after today, have completely fallen out with Jingming Daoism.
You have a responsibility in this."
"Me? Responsible?" Mo Lin pointed at himself in shock.
