After all, the crow that vanished into black smoke last time was hardly different from a spirit.
"Could it be related to that crow or the Baiming Sect again?" Qing Yi said, glancing at Wen Xiao'ai who was blowing on Jun Moyan's wound.
He asked, "Miss Wen, do you still remember what happened on the night of the incident? Could it have been that crow causing trouble?"
Though San Shao had told him not to inquire further, in the current situation, asking wouldn't hurt.
"I don't remember," Wen Xiao'ai didn't elaborate any further.
Of course, she knew it was the owner of the Blood Crow that had harmed her.
But how could she possibly discuss such things with Qing Yi and the others~
The drunkard glanced at Wen Xiao'ai after hearing her response.
His gaze was subtle.
Don't remember?
More like inconvenient to say.
