The old nun carefully led Zhao Changhe to the gravesite, pointed out the specific location, then scooped up the hem of her robe and fled.
In fact, up until now, the old nun still didn't know why she had brought this inexplicably odd man to inspect the corpse. Was it because of Young Master Tang's influence?
Even Young Master Tang had no intention of coming, and he had never introduced who this man with the self-moving saber was.
It always felt like ever since this man arrived, everything naturally fell into place under his lead as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Leaving the old nun's confusion aside, Zhao Changhe had already squatted over the grave and carefully inserted his hand into the soil above, releasing a trace of his Evil Qi to sense anything out of the ordinary.
No response.
Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth and began shoveling dirt with the Dragon Sparrow.
Dragon Sparrow: "..."
