Before long, Jiang Lingzhu stopped at a secluded location, and turned around to look at Nie Tian.

Hydrated, Jiang Lingzhu had finally restored most of her strength, and her bright eyes glittered with rays of intimidating light again.

Nie Tian was completely confused by the way she stared at him; it seemed that she was examining him from head to toe.

Nie Tian stopped and looked over his shoulder. He quickly realized that they had already reached the other side of the mountain, and that the trial takers from the Mystic Mist sect had disappeared from his sight.

“Well...” she said, then hesitated for a moment. “You killed Yuan Feng and Yun Song, didn’t you?”

Nie Tian’s heart skipped a beat, but his face didn’t change a bit, then he asked in a surprised tone, “You’re frightening me a bit, senior martial sister. Why would I possibly kill Yuan Feng and Yun Song?”

Jiang Lingzhu was the precious daughter of the Cloudsoaring sectmaster Jiang Zhisu, and a core...