Yuan Buyu, as a veteran from the martial arts world, quickly discerned the origin and Incense Fire Level of the corpse with just a few pinches.
The more he understood, the more shocked he became, and he couldn't help but whisper to himself, "This makes no sense! Since when have we, storytellers, been this impressive before three incense?"
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The door to Zhou Lingyi's boudoir was pushed open by Xu Li.
"Class Leader, Xiao Xuan has fainted… And he brought back a corpse, soaked in blood."
Zhou Lingyi, who had been investigating the recent activities of her five senior martial brothers, immediately closed her notebook upon hearing that something had happened to Zhou Xuan and left the room.
By the time she arrived at the courtyard, Yuan Buyu was muttering to himself, staring blankly at the corpse, while Zhou Xuan had been carried in front of the Ancestor Tree by Yu Zhengyuan.
Two disciples had brought over four long stools to improvise a bed for Zhou Xuan to rest on.
