C835 A Word to Infuriate

The five fingers of the Ghost Claw were sharp and suffused with a faint, cold light. They seemed to have come out of a black mist and grabbed Hu Zifei's thin neck, lifting him up from the ground.

"Are you saying that it wasn't Yun Luotian, but his disciple who took away the Qilin's eyes?"

Hu Zuofei nodded furiously