"Master!" Lao Zhao lunged at the Fourth Master, supporting her sliding figure. The place where she was stabbed only bled a little, and Lao Zhao watched in horror as the person in his arms slowly closed her eyes.
"You killed her!"
"She deserved to die!"
"I'll kill you!" Lao Zhao charged at Xiao Lin as if risking his life, but was blocked by a sudden dark shadow. "Master? Master?"
Behind the mask were a pair of inscrutable eyes. Xiao Lin turned around, his body trembling. "It's you!"
The shadow grabbed Lao Zhao and the Fourth Master's body wordlessly and jumped off the balcony railing. Xiao Lin chased after them, but the person who jumped off seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant. All he could see was a shadow spreading its 'wings' not far away.
"Brother!"
"Lin!"
