Yun Ce's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, he didn't even dare look his lord in the eye.
He feared seeing suspicion, amusement, and scrutiny in the other's gaze.
His junior fellow disciple's first reaction to finding an empty grave was naturally to suspect that grave robbers had desecrated their master's remains. But what about their lord, the ruler of a country, who had also shared a deep enmity with their master? Would he suspect that Yun Da had faked his death back then, and that he and Zigu had joined hands to deceive him? Just having the thought flash through his mind once was enough to make Yun Ce shudder with fear. He wanted to explain, but didn't know where to begin.
Their master's death back then really had seemed suspicious to outsiders.
How could a two-hundred-year-old 20th Rank Che Hou, who had dominated an entire era, simply die for no reason? Were the only people present at his death two children Yun Da had raised with his own hands? He had no illness or old injuries, and could have lived for who knew how many more centuries.
What had he hoped to gain by passing on the Anointing to his young disciple?
No matter how one looked at it, the whole thing was absurd.
Back then, their lord had believed Yun Ce and his fellow disciple without seeing Yun Da's remains or grave, largely because he trusted the two generals under his command. He had never brought it up in all these years. Now, after finally coming here, he had opened the grave only to find the coffin gone without a trace.
Who would believe it was a coincidence?
Would grave robbers dig up only one grave and leave the other alone?
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