The old nun carefully led Zhao Changhe to the graveyard, pointed out the specific location of the grave, and then hastily lifted the hem of her robe and rushed away.0

In fact, even up to this point, the old nun had no idea why she had brought this person she did not know to examine the body. Was it to give face to Young Master Tang?0

But then, Young Master Tang had not come himself, nor had he even introduced this man, who had a saber that could move on its own.0

Nonetheless, it felt as if ever since this man arrived, everything was naturally falling into place under his direction. It felt as if everything that was happening was meant to be.1

Ignoring the old nun, Zhao Changhe squatted by the grave mound and gently inserted his hand into the soil, then carefully released a trace of his own vicious qi.0

There was no response.0

Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth. He pulled out Dragon Bird and began to shovel the soil.0

Dragon Bird: “...”2

Sisi’s little face twitched uncontrollably. She did not know whether to be afraid of the rotten corpse inside or lament the fate of such a precious saber.0

In Sisi’s eyes, Zhao Changhe began to look a bit terrifying at this moment. She was already regretting why she had gotten involved with such a lunatic in the first...0