Why were they leaving in such a hurry? Hong Tailong, riding the flying wedge at high speed, was equally displeased. He could tell that Granny Yan did not think much of him. Snorting at Yue Qianchou, he said, "What are you afraid of? With her cultivation, she's no match for me."
"You still think you're in the right!" Yue Qianchou rolled his eyes. "The dead deserve respect! Even if you don't think much of her, she never offended you. Why were you pawing around on top of her grave? Nobody would be happy about that."
"Must I, a dignified member of the Dragon Clan, kowtow three times and bow nine times to her family's dead?" Hong Tailong waved a hand disdainfully and continued steering his flying wedge. Then he suddenly let out an "Eh?" and turned back with a sneer. "I understand now. You're afraid your master's trouble will implicate you. You're afraid that if she gets angry, she'll expose your identity, aren't you?"
"Cut the useless nonsense." Yue Qianchou snorted. He stood there with his arms folded, pinching his chin as he pondered something, an inscrutable look on his face. Suddenly, he gave Hong Tailong a peculiar look. "Tell me, you said before that as long as the corpse buried within the Blood Jade Red Crystal remains intact, its cultivation will not dissipate. Is that true?"
"I don't know whether it's true, but that's how the legends in the God Realm have always put it. Still, I've never heard of anyone truly being resurrected, so I can't be certain. Why are you interested in this? Don't tell me you want to be buried in it after you die?"
Hong Tailong's voice abruptly cut off. His entire body trembled, and he whirled around with a startled cry. "Could it be