Yun Ran looked around; perhaps too much time had passed, and any clues about the ancient Daoist suppressing the master of the illusion had vanished.
She let out a slight sigh, dropped her backpack, and then bowed with the utmost respect in front of the grave of the unnamed ancient Daoist.
Perhaps the atmosphere at the moment was somewhat heavy, and Ginsengfruit did not even dare to breathe loudly.
"Senior, I am Yun Ran from Qingfeng Temple. I take the liberty of intruding on you."
As Yun Ran finished speaking, the Little Papermen immediately flew out, and after rubbing their hands together in preparation, they began to dig into the soil.
Soon, Yun Ran saw the skeleton of the ancient Daoist. With just one look, she knew her previous guess was correct.
This nameless ancient Daoist indeed used his own Qi Fortune and Merit to suppress the master of the illusion.
Seeing the Daoist's bones dyed ink-black by the Evil Qi, a wave of sourness surged in Yun Ran's heart.
