The Martial Soul sneered, looking at the fetal corpse in the coffin.
Xin Lin was startled.
After speaking, the Martial Soul closed the coffin.
He walked to the side, and a flash of fire appeared in his hand. Within Yangshen Hall, flames shot up to the sky, and in just a short while, a fire had been lit.
Clearly, the Martial Soul intended to destroy the evidence.
At this hour, the patrolling Imperial Army had just moved away from the entrance. By the time they returned, the side hall would likely have been burned empty.
The Martial Soul flashed and disappeared, soon losing his trace.
He did not notice that there were others present in the side hall.
"Take the coffin away."
Gui Hu released Xin Lin.
He raised his hand, and the fetus in the small golden coffin was enveloped by a mist of Ghost Energy.
With the Ghost Energy surrounding it, the fetus' corpse would not decay.
Xin Lin understood intuitively and stored the black mist inside the Tuling hairpin.
