"Whoosh..."
In the darkness, figures clad in black sped towards them, numbering around a dozen or so—each exuded a powerful, terrifying aura.
They were clearly masters.
"Chu Yun is dead."
One of the black-clad figures pointed at the headless corpse on the ground and spoke.
"Such a beautiful woman was killed by Chu Yun; he really had no appreciation for beauty."
Another black-clad figure shook his head slightly as he looked at the deceased Sun Yaya.
A woman sneered, "Chu Yun liked to shatter others' hearts, letting them die slowly in pain. Now, good riddance, his head has been chopped off."
"Qiao Moyu, are you feeling a bit sad that this little girl died from Chu Yun shattering her heart? Is that why you're mocking him?" Another woman sneered and taunted the first speaker.
The woman who had first spoken had quite peculiar tastes; she didn't like men but preferred women and had captured many beautiful women as her female slaves to train.