Su Guanhai looked at Baili An with comforting eyes, thinking that apart from not being skilled in cultivation, this kid is utterly perfect in every other aspect.
The elder said harshly, "Boy, you still dare to argue? My disciple saw with his own eyes that the little ghost you raised was the killer! What else can you say!"
"Master..."
A gentle call came from the quiet corridor.
Everyone turned towards the sound, only to see Shang Ying, pale and clutching her chest, leaning against the wall and walking with difficulty.
At first, she cast a reproachful glance at her brother, and the look of disappointment grew heavier on her face, making her already wilting appearance seem even more withered.
Shang Ying coughed low and painfully, her lips stained crimson, and she affirmed in a soft voice, "This matter has nothing to do with Brother Baili, he is not the murderer."
"What did you say?"
