A glint of coldness flashed deep in Xu Xing's eyes.
He was not afraid of known enemies; he dreaded unknown ones who harbored deep hatred and resentment towards him.
The Flying Feather Immortal Palace has an order that immortals and mortal beings do not interfere with each other, so he didn't take revenge on my kin. However, those who are not protected…
Xu Xing hurriedly released his Divine Sense to inspect the depths of his Fengling tomb.
His Divine Sense passed through layers of earth and stone walls, finally arriving at the tomb chamber. Inside, the coffin was broken open. The burial golden-threaded jade clothing and puppet were scattered carelessly on the ground.
The puppet's head was nailed to the tomb door's beam with a glaive.
Carved on the Jade Wall of the tomb chamber were lines of abusive words cursing him, each word seething with hatred and resentment.
Mine is just a Clothes Tomb; it doesn't matter if it's destroyed… But if it's Yunniang's tomb…
