“Dead?” Feng Xuan looked at him with surprise. She could tell that Long Chen wasn’t the type to lie. Based on his cold and stern glare, Feng Xuan sensed that it was true.0

“He has many things, making him as strong as Zhao Wuji. Yet he died by your hand?” Feng Xuan had to reevaluate Long Chen with fresh eyes.0

Zhao Danchen was a scumbag. A true scumbag with madness in his personality. But Long Chen was different—he had the qualities of both a wolf and a venomous snake. Compared to Zhao Danchen, who was like a fierce tiger who used brute force, Long Chen was much scarier.0

Long Chen did not answer Feng Xuan. If this woman suddenly asked him to leave, she surely had her reasons. He smirked and said, “Tell me the truth. Did you notice something strange with this tombstone? Are you planning to study it? You’re worried I’ll disturb you, so you’re asking me to leave?”0

“You also know that this tombstone has a secret?” Feng Xuan was even more surprised. Long...0