Wu Shi looked at the handsome face of the Sword Disciple: "Too cold, can you give a smile?"
The Sword Disciple fell silent for a bit, eventually squeezing out a smile.
"Forget it, better not to smile." Wu Shi spoke, exhaling a puff of white breath, "The Marquis Mansion has encountered assassinations twice, the first time... was when you were born, but due to an unusual phenomenon at birth, those people all died. Later, there was a second assassination."
Wu Shi kept an eye on the Sword Disciple's reaction.
Regrettably, the Sword Disciple was very silent, showing no response.
"Identity." The Sword Disciple's words were few and precious.
"They come from... Nine Heavens Divine Palace."
The Sword Disciple had never heard of this name.
"It's normal that you don't know, they're not from Yunmeng Mountain."
"Oh, you don't know about Yunmeng Mountain either."
"Yunmeng Mountain is a hundred thousand light-years tall."