He understood why Qin Tianlin was so angry. 'Meng Shiyu sacrificed his life to save Lan Hao? Only a fool would believe that.'
"You—" Fan Zhao instinctively started to rebuke him, but Lan Yunting was a step ahead, patting Lan Hao on the shoulder.
"Lan Hao, is that what happened?" he asked, his tone detached.
Lan Hao nodded hurriedly. "That's right. That's exactly what happened."
Lan Yunting's gaze flickered. "Are you sure Meng Shiyu is dead and didn't just escape the Nether Realm?"
All eyes fell on Lan Hao. He sighed inwardly. 'I wish Meng Shiyu had just escaped the Nether Realm too.'
But he had seen it with his own eyes: the monkey that howled like a wolf had devoured all of Meng Shiyu's Spirit Fragments. His face contorted with grief. "Yes, I saw it clearly. Right before his Spirit Body was torn to shreds, he was still shouting for me to get away."
