Following behind were several pig-like spiritual beasts.
They used their tusks to carry several enormous wreaths, which were adorned with white chrysanthemums and yellow Soul-Binding Flowers.
These were all offerings for a funeral.
A chill went down Wang Xiedi's spine.
'A coffin?'
'Wreaths?'
'Who died?'
Seeing the procession of spiritual beasts approaching his hiding spot, Wang Xiedi held his breath, planning to act only after they had passed.
However, the disciple from the Beast Taming House at the head of the procession seemed to catch a glimpse of him from a distance, and his face instantly turned pale.
Without a second thought, the disciple whipped the spiritual ox beside him.
"Turn! Quickly! Everyone, left! Go!"
The procession of spiritual beasts, which had been moving at a leisurely pace, immediately changed direction upon hearing the command. They detoured down another path, carrying the coffin and wreaths with them.
