Linghu Chong slightly lowered his head and could see the face of Tian Boguang, who died with his eyes open.
His body trembled slightly, as he looked angrily at Ding Ling:
"You!!"
"What's with you?"
A beautiful girl with bright eyes and a good-natured look jumped down from a high place, cheerfully walked to Ding Ling's side, first showing a brilliant smile to Ding Ling, then suddenly turned her head to Linghu Chong, and said coldly:
"It's a disgrace that you're a disciple of a renowned sect! Can't distinguish between right and wrong, and actually consider Tian Boguang a friend, an old acquaintance. So what? Did you both visit a brothel to drink flower wine together?
Or did you bully some maiden together?!"
"I, I did not!"
Linghu Chong's face turned red, pointing at the beautiful girl:
"You, you're slandering me!"
"Why should I slander you?"
The beautiful girl snorted disdainfully, then pointed her finger towards the crowd.
