"Dead? How?" Zheng Jin stirred, his eyes growing sharper that it could almost bore a hole through Flower.
"He was stabbed in the chest," Flower replied. "His body already stiffened up, so presumably, he died last night."
"Damn it," Zheng Jin said, clenching his fists. "Take me to the body."
"I...I don't think that will be a good idea."
"Why?"
"The disciples...They blame you for the murder."
Zheng Jin sat down and tried to calm himself. Him being blamed for the murder was understandable and he accepted it, but since no one had any proof, he was not worried at all.
What worried Zheng Jin was the fact that whoever helped Yin Jing escape, and presumably, killed him was already two steps ahead. Moreover, the death of Yin Jing just showed him that the one behind all of this was dedicated
