Luo Jie sighed and said, "I do know someone named Jun Lin who knows sword control, but I don't know if he is your master."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingxue quickly replied, "Master has a little dog named Erha and a slime named Xie Nian by his side."

"That is indeed the Junlin I know. Are you his disciple?" Luo Jie asked knowingly.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingxue's deep longing for Junlin resurfaced, accompanied by endless pain.

A blood-red tear rolled down her cheek, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Master... he's dead."

"..."

Luo Jie said he wasn't surprised; perhaps he should put on a look of utter grief and indignation now?

Just as Luo Jie was thinking this, the three Jun brothers had already run back at some point.

Upon hearing Yu Qingxue's words, Jun Tianyi and Jun Wuyai immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, beating their chests and stamping their feet, weeping bitterly.

"Master! Master! You died such a terrible death!"

Seeing this, Jun Wushuang quietly distanced himself from the two men; when it came to acting skills, he was no match for them.

Luo Jie remained silent. He also felt that he couldn't cry as much as these two guys, so he just sighed, "Alas, you don't need to be too sad. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and Brother Jun probably wouldn't want to see you like this."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingxue nodded slightly, but then immediately sensed something was wrong and looked abruptly at Luo Jie and Jun Wushuang.

"Why aren't you saddened by Master's death? Have you been waiting for this day? Did you find Master with that woman?!"

"?"

Luo Jie and Jun Wushuang were completely dumbfounded by this sudden question.

It's not you, sister...

In an instant, streaks of sword light fell!

Holy crap!

This woman has gone mad!