"Really, I just casually asked to play with it," Mu Hanyan effortlessly formed the Hand Formation and opened the box. Though the three boxes were nested tightly within each other, the innermost was entirely empty.
"It doesn’t make sense," Wu Qiuyun couldn’t figure it out at all. "Such tightly connected boxes, how could there possibly be nothing inside?"
Mu Hanyan secretly chuckled; Wu Qiuyun was indeed correct, there had been something valuable inside the box. But now, that item, rivaling a Divine Artifact, had become the gold thread embroidery on her robe. Even if Pang Dezong’s Master were to be resurrected, he likely wouldn’t have guessed that the puzzle he couldn’t solve in his lifetime had been so effortlessly solved by her.
Wu Qiuyun, with his head down, searched the box thoroughly again, but not even a bit more dust could he find. Finally, he had to give up.
"Mu Cheng, I’ll leave this box to you. Carry it on your back when we leave," Mu Hanyan said, seeing Mu Cheng sitting silently to the side.
Despite appearances, Mu Hanyan knew that Fourth Miss Zhao’s affair had hit him hard, and she didn’t know if he could sort out his feelings. So, it was good to give him something to do when there was nothing else.
"Okay, I understand," Mu Cheng said, lifting his head.
"Alright, if that’s everything, everyone should rest early," Mu Hanyan knew they hadn’t slept so late because they were waiting for her. They probably heard about Zhao Sinin and Fourth Miss Zhao’s entanglement from Mu Cheng and were worried about her. Now that she had safely returned, it was time to let them rest.
"Oh, by the way, there’s something I remembered that I need to tell you," Mu Cheng suddenly said.
"What is it?" Mu Hanyan asked.
Mu Cheng looked around cautiously, clearly worried about eavesdroppers.
"Don’t worry, there’s no one around," Yan Yuchu said. Their tents were already set up a bit away from everyone else, and at this deep hour of the night, most people were asleep. It was so quiet all around, even a flying moth would probably not escape Yan Yuchu’s ears.
"I once heard from my grandfather that some swordsmen die with immense unwillingness and regret, and the hatred and resentment in their hearts don’t dissipate so quickly. If there is an expert of great strength, who uses strange and mysterious arts to probe deep into their minds, they can learn what happened to them before death," Mu Cheng said solemnly.
Mu Hanyan was slightly taken aback; she had also heard such legends. To ordinary people, they would be no different from ghost stories, but for a Sword Saint like Xia Youchen skilled in the Soul Searching Technique, it might not be just myths.
Clearly, Mu Cheng had also thought of this because of Xia Youchen.
Yan Yuchu and Wu Qiuyun also shivered slightly.
Although Mu Cheng’s words were cryptic, they knew he was talking about Fourth Miss Zhao and Zha Zhenglin among others. Being an alchemist and a Sword Saint Level expert, if Pang Dezong were to find the body of Fourth Miss Zhao, who knows what he might discover?
Mu Hanyan originally hadn’t worried about this at all, but now, she felt a bit unsettled. This content belongs to NovelHub(.)net
If she had known earlier that Zhao Sinin’s Master’s uncle was Pang Dezong, perhaps she should have destroyed the bodies completely. After thinking it over, Mu Hanyan dismissed the thought.
Killing was not a big deal for her anymore, but after all, she was a human, not a beast. Everyone had met by fate, even if they were enemies, basic respect was due. To shatter a corpse into pieces was something to say in passing, but for her to actually do it, she couldn’t bring herself to follow through.