Great Xuanhuang Sect.
Inside a grand hall, the doors were tightly shut. There were only three men inside.
The one at the head wore golden chainmail and sat astride the main seat with the imposing bearing of a general. He had a square face, a hulking build, and eyes that shone as he stared at the two men opposite him.
The two men opposite him—one in black robes and the other in yellow—were the masters of the two branches of the Great Xuanhuang Sect: Xuan Old and Huang Old.
"Huang Old, are you certain?" the man at the head asked in a deep voice.
"Sect Master, it is absolutely true. That Corpse Mister is very likely the Young Master!" Huang Old drew a deep breath.
"Impossible!" Xuan Old glared.
"But the method of controlling the jiangshi is known only to our Four Veins and the Burial Family's branch. Heavenly Burial and Earthly Burial disappeared long ago and may have already been annihilated. Only the Burial Family's branch remains. Could we have failed to clean things up back then? Besides, you should remember that on the day the Burial Family was wiped out, some things in the household went missing. Those treasures still haven't been recovered." Huang Old shook his head in disbelief.
"The things that went missing indeed haven't been recovered, but we should have handled everything cleanly. The Burial Family Head was ambushed and killed by the Ancient Family—that much the Sect Master has already confirmed. And the Burial Family had only one heir, whom I personally killed. How could he possibly have come back to life? Besides, I have kept the Young Master's corpse all this time for use at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ascend Sect Assembly. How could I have mistaken it?" Xuan Old shook his head.