C408 One Dead.

Qin Ming strode past the towering Martial Cultivator, indifferent to the silent exchange of glances with the scar-faced warrior. He continued on his way, impervious to the twins' clamoring, his heart as unyielding as iron.

For Qin Ming, unless someone provoked him or threatened his loved ones, he wouldn't bother to intervene. He was no saint; the world was full of daily tragedies