Zhu Hui'an remained silent, and had been staring at the head in Jiang Li's hand ever since he appeared, as if it were some rare artifact.
Not until Elder Tianquan's laughter died down did the former Doctor of the Imperial College finally speak slowly.
"Did you kill him?"
He looked at Jiang Li, seemingly puzzled, yet he answered his own question, "Indeed, you killed him. The resentment inside the head is so intense that it nearly formed a cloud of malevolence, constantly surging, trying to backlash against you."
"You killed him, and you did it alone; otherwise, the resentment would have dispersed."
He had been observing the head, sensing the resentment within it.
After Zhu Hui'an's words were uttered, the night wind suddenly picked up, with faint fluctuations of Divine Sense within the breeze.
Moreover, someone had been keeping an eye on this place, the words of Zhu Hui'an were meant more for those observers than for Jiang Li.
"Alone... single-handedly!"
