"Father?"
Li Qingmu looked at Qi Yun, feeling that his father was enveloped in a mysterious aura.
He didn't know how to face him.
Qi Yun looked at his son, then glanced at Long Yue, sighing lightly, "You Su, who had been stirring trouble behind the scenes, is already dead."
Silence fell all around; Li Qingmu and Long Yue were momentarily speechless.
This news was too shocking.
You Su... That pestilent You Su, was dead?
When did he die?
How did he die?
"Not long ago."
Seeing the confusion in his son's eyes, Qi Yun replied.
Li Qingmu stared at his father in surprise, "Not long ago? How... did he die?"
"I killed him!"
Qi Yun candidly replied with a gentle smile.
Li Qingmu was momentarily unable to process this, staring blankly at him.
In his impression, his father was just an ordinary worldly emperor, so when did You Su — whom even Tianxing Pavilion couldn't handle — die at Qi Yun's hands?
Was this a joke?
Was this an impossibility?
