Master Xuan Gan was beside himself with excitement. The thing he had guarded for so many years finally had a clue to its whereabouts.
Yang Chang was also staring intently at the pool of blood, no longer bothered by the nausea.
The group began to discuss how to retrieve the item from the pool.
Lu Mingshu, however, did not join the discussion. Instead, she was organizing the timeline in her head.
There was once a person who practiced the art of the Blood Corpse here, his origins unknown to anyone.
About a hundred years ago, another person with a similar background arrived. It's possible they were from the same sect or had just received the same legacy. They fought a major battle. One retreated in defeat, and the other didn't stay either.
— They likely both suffered injuries but were alive since the victor dared not stay here.
He took most of his valuables with him, but some were difficult to carry and left behind with plans to return later.
