Hearing that the other party was so rude, Tao Xiaotian wanted to punch the other party in the mouth.

But for some reason, his thoughts were not under his control. He frowned slightly and responded: "Yes, I am Tao Xiaotian, who are you?"

Tao Xiaotian felt like he was being led away and shook his head vigorously to wake himself up.

The voice on the other end of the phone still had no trace of human emotion: "Tell me, who killed my disciple Ji Daqian?"

The tone was like the dark wind blowing slowly over the Naihe Bridge in Hell, carrying a chilling chill that made people shudder.

The pottery knife standing next to him couldn't help trembling, and he instinctively took a step back to avoid the uncomfortable smell.

Ji Daqian?

Master Ji?

Tao Xiaotian was instantly startled: "Ming Lao, are you out of seclusion?"

"Who killed Ji Da Qian?"
Chapter completed!