After Ming City received the news, it did not dare delay and immediately began digging.
Things were already troublesome enough; a little more trouble made no difference. If there really was a third burial pit, it would eliminate a future danger as well.
Because it was raining and the ground beside the wall had not been paved over, it did not take long to dig up the third pit.
Ming City assumed a survivor had provided clues, so it was not particularly surprised. But when Elder Yu heard about it, he could not help muttering, "This kind of thing keeps happening. It really challenges one's worldview..."
And so, the matter of the Rimu Group muddled through and passed. Even if someone was certain something was fishy, they did not dare investigate too deeply—once many things were exposed, the consequences would be extremely serious.
Feng Jun was a little unhappy. He had come to Ming City intending to take out at least five Mud Country people, but after dealing with only two, he had been urgently called off. Still, he did not regret it. If he encountered something like Rimu again, he would make the same choice.
A person could keep a low profile, but when it came to matters of principle that crossed the bottom line, there could be no retreat. Otherwise, what the hell was the point of cultivating immortality?
His only complaint was that Elder Yu was too ungrateful. Just because they were fairly familiar with each other, the old man kept making wild assumptions and interfering with his work. Was saving him a mistake?
Although he had decided to stop stirring up trouble, he still spent two more days in Ming City before returning to Yang City.
On the day he left Ming City, someone finally discovered