Yan Jingjing

Under Lu Feng's various methods, finding those spirit beasts had not been difficult, and Tang Yuan, having reached the Spirit Gathering Third Realm, had no trouble dealing with these third-rank spirit beasts.

The group wove through the forest and, by nightfall, had finally gathered all the beast cores Lu Feng needed.

Tang Yuan took out a black robe and concealed his beastified arm beneath it. The three of them then quietly headed toward Yan Manor.

Yan Manor, the third night after Yan He's death.

The moon was dark, the wind high; all things lay silent. Yet beneath the tranquil night lurked traces of smoke and fire. Inside Yan Manor's main hall, a middle-aged couple stood there as though they had lost their souls, staring blankly at the purple sandalwood coffin.

The middle-aged couple were Yan He's birth parents. Originally, neither of them had been meant to keep vigil that night, but Lu Feng and the others' arrival during the day had left them restless. That was why they had come to the hall to watch over their deceased son.

The two elders actually harbored some guilt over Yan He's death. In the days before the incident, Yan He had kept clamoring to visit Tas City, only to be refused by them. If they had agreed back then...

As a father, failing to protect one's children while alive was already the height of uselessness;

After death, how could he allow them to suffer further humiliation!

Those were the words Yan Zhengchi had roared before everyone after learning that someone intended to open the coffin and examine the corpse. They also represented his resolve to keep vigil that night.

Sparks flickered through the still black night. Yan Zhengchi looked toward Yan Manor's Side Courtyard and suddenly discovered that a fire had