The ancestral grave of the Yin Yang Sect had been dug up, visited by thieves. This incident was causing quite a stir, leaving many people slack-jawed, their mouths twitching.
Wang Yangzhan, upon receiving the news, flipped a table and slapped down a section of the ancient palace. His hair stood on end, and white smoke puffed out of his nostrils.
Which scoundrel did this? This is truly too much! I've seen vicious and evil people, but never someone so utterly devoid of virtue—robbing graves, desecrating ancestral tombs! Who can tolerate this?
"It must be that fatty!" The Yin Yang Sect Hierarch immediately thought of Daoist Duan De and the events of that day.
He almost went mad. He had originally thought that fat Daoist was just spouting nonsense, but he never imagined this fellow was so extreme as to actually do it.
Outside, there was an uproar. Many people flocked to the Yin Yang Sect's Tombyard to spectate, nearly driving many of the sect's veterans to murder.
