Jiaojiao casually brushed it off, while cheerfully taking out the hotpot to celebrate this hard-won victory.
But Qin Yu washed quickly, just rinsed off and put on his clothes, grabbed his tail, lifted him up, and said, "You think this is over? My master is dead, there must be an explanation, for Wuque, for the entire circle, there must be an explanation."
What the hell? What kind of explanation is needed, isn't it just that this person is actually a bad guy, killed many people, and even caused the death of the Elders, and also tried to kill his own disciple.
Isn't that enough to warrant death?
"Yuyu, do you not want to reveal your strength? Don't want others to know you were the one who took him down?"
"No, it's not that I don't want to reveal he's a bad person—at least not now."
Jiaojiao was stunned, somewhat confused.
"I just checked his soul memory and discovered something."
"Don't leave me in suspense, quickly tell me."
