The headmaster turned his eyes and seemed to have not heard clearly: "What are you saying?"

The subordinate of the walking stick shook slightly, as if he had sensed an unusual aura, and his head lowered: "Report to the Pavilion Master, he obeyed the order of the Pavilion Master, and had already killed Mr. Qin's stick... his body was thrown to the back mountain..."

The expression on Juechen's indifferent face was frozen in an instant. The Pavilion Master stared at this subordinate silently. After a long time, he realized, "Qin Shang... is dead?"

The subordinates bow their heads: "Yes, the subordinates dare not deceive the Pavilion Master."

"I'm sure I'm dead?"

"Subordinate."

"How long has it been?" The Pavilion Master finally frowned, his voice with a hint of inaudible emotion. "Qin Shang's internal strength is so powerful that he beat him to death with just a few sticks?"

How many sticks are there?

Lord Mu's heart trembled, and Qin Shang's embarrassment just now sounded. He was obviously exhausted... Such a physical condition was extremely weak, just a few sticks...

Those who walk on the sticks are all masters of Jiuge. Anyone who walks out can easily kill a tiger.

Is that just a few sticks?

"Report to the Pavilion Master, Mr. Qin has removed his internal strength and has no power to resist."

No resistance to exercise power?

The Pavilion Master was stunned for a moment.

He disobeyed repeatedly and continued to disobey him after he came back, and even dared to resist his punishment... How could he become so obedient when facing Shi Han who died?

Why didn't he continue to disobey?

This question flashed through his mind. He had not yet clarified his clues, but he heard the subordinate continue to say: "Young Master Qin has something to let his subordinate bring it to the Pavilion Master."

The Pavilion Master's expression was calm: "What do you mean?"

"Young Master Qin said that the snow wolf was born noble. Five years ago, he went into the mountain to hunt two snow wolf. He made a mistake. Now he is buried in the wolf's belly... It can be considered a death..."

Burial in the wolf's belly, and die as the only way?

The words echoed in the ears of the Pavilion Master, and suddenly remembered the snow season five years ago. The young man in red clothes flew into the forbidden area of ​​the mountain belly, covered in wounds but was never willing to give up...

"Young Master Qin said that he has never regretted it after following the Pavilion Master for six years... but he is willing to be a stranger in the next life and never meet again..."

The pavilion master turned his head and looked out the window, his mind still stayed in the snowy day, and the young man was covered in blood.

He was obviously extremely weak but laughed very happily, "Master, the snow wolf's fur is pure and soft, and the cloak he made must be extremely warm..."

He didn't seem to hear the joy in these words, nor did he understand where the joy came from. He just frowned and looked at the hideous scars and blood on the young man's body, "I don't like the smell of blood. When will the heavy snow wash away your body, and when will it appear in front of me again?"

The brightness in the boy's eyes faded away quickly, and his expression returned to his former respect at a speed visible to the naked eye. He slowly lowered his eyes and responded softly: "Yes."

Is that young man who was once so energetic... dead?

Lord Mu's expression changed several times, and finally came back to his senses from the stiffness, turned his head and stared at his subordinate: "Young Master Qin... is he really dead?"

The subordinate of Xingshang obviously realized the ominousness at this time and lowered his eyes uneasy: "Subordinate...the subordinate has confirmed..."

Lord Mu was shocked and could not accept this fact. A gust of wind swept across his eyes.

The unparalleled pavilion master of Qinggui has been lost.
Chapter completed!