The very notion of grave-sweeping left Liu Sanlang utterly baffled.
Because clearly, Yi Yi and the others had not left behind anything that could be called a grave. When they had suddenly risen up in rebellion, Jiang Yun had indeed been caught off guard and suffered a hidden loss... but the gap between Qi Refining and Golden Core was vast beyond measure, and Jiang Yun had even carried a Dharma treasure that was the nemesis of the Nether clan.
Of the traitors, the two black-robed figures whose names had already been worn away were frozen on the spot by the shock. Han Gang and He Lu followed immediately after, thoroughly stripped of that mask of betrayal and replaced with new identities. Their stance then reversed, and they went into the immortal mansion to capture Yi Yi, the fish that had slipped through the net.
After they dragged out Yi Yi's "corpse," Jiang Yun merely waved a small banner. The body, covered in cracks and blackened all over, naturally wrapped itself in black robes and veiled its face, becoming a silent puppet.
The Nether clan's betrayal had met a childishly swift conclusion almost in the blink of an eye. Those people had not truly gained release; instead, they still had to continue along their former tracks and serve Luohuang Mountain until, in the end, even their faceless masks wore away completely... and yet freedom would still never come.
So there was even less chance of any graves being left behind.
Yet Wu Ming asked, "Haven't you noticed something? When Brother Yi and the others displayed their life plaques, every one of them had three cracks on it. That means each of them died three times while protecting us—nine deaths in total... So where did those nine deaths happen?"
Liu Sanlang was