The pitch-black tomb passage was lit by torchlight when a lifeless face suddenly appeared before Li Qing.
In an instant, even Li Qing, who had always been calm and detached, could not help but shudder. The hand holding the torch trembled.
It was a corpse. It looked as though it had died only a few days ago, and its features had been preserved fairly well.
This was no illusion born of fear. Li Qing clearly felt the temperature of the surrounding air drop sharply, as if winter had returned.
Drip!
The sound of dripping water came from the tomb passage below, startlingly abrupt in the night within the dense forest.
Something was strange!
Li Qing dragged the corpse away from the entrance in one swift motion, then continued trying to extend the torch inside.
It was deep within, a gently sloping passage that could only accommodate one person walking through while bent over.
If nothing unexpected had happened, this should have been the Tomb Mansion that had been widely rumored throughout the martial world.
Li Qing pondered seriously for a while before ultimately deciding to withdraw and return during the day.
He turned around. A faint breeze blew past, making the torchlight sway gently and illuminating Li Qing's face more clearly.
The next moment, a delighted voice rang out.
"Master?!"
Li Qing, who had been about to lift his foot and leave, stiffened slightly. He stared incredulously toward the source of the voice.
Before Li Qing could speak, another voice abruptly came from the tomb below.
"Hm? Little Qi, do you know this person?"
The voice sounded somewhat lazy. Li Qing found it familiar—extremely familiar.
"Qi Kang? Why are you here? Who is the person beneath the tomb passage?"
Indeed, in this world, who besides Qi Kang would call Li