Dead

The Blood Moon Pavilion had a stronghold near the Alchemy League building.

Mu Qingqing walked back and forth, looking a little impatient.

Not far away, an old woman was lying on a rocking chair, gently fanning with a fan, looking very leisurely and comfortable.

It seemed that she couldn't see Mu Qingqing's restless look. But the old woman still couldn't help but said, "Miss Mu, can't you just sit down and wait? Walking around like this makes my head dizzy."

Mu Qingqing turned to look at the old woman, "Why haven't there been any news yet? Is your Blood Moon Pavilion not very good at killing people? Why does it take so much time to kill an individual?"

"Hehe, you don't understand that. Assassins usually don't want to make a move. But once they do, one-shot is like a thunderbolt, and one hit will kill completely."

The old woman smiled, "Don't worry, we Blood Moon Pavilion murdered, when have we missed? Maybe they are on the way back now."