Elder Gao Feng frowned slightly. "Why would there be burial goods?"
The stewards by the stone coffin fell into thoughtful silence.
"That really is strange." Guan Ya set down the paired-dragon jade pendant in her hand. "This is where the Pure Yang Sect sealed a demon. The person in the coffin was a heinous fiend, so why would there be burial goods?"
Great Virtue Bears All Things, the taciturn steward, pondered for a moment before saying:
"Since this is the Pure Yang Sect's demon-sealing ground, the burial goods must naturally have been placed there by them."
Love of Summer Trees countered:
"Why would the Pure Yang Sect prepare burial goods for a demon?"
Everyone frowned and thought for a long while, but could not make sense of it. Then Zhang Yuanqing noticed that Jiang Jingwei had suddenly stopped waving the little flag, standing there completely motionless.
He frowned and was about to ask when Jiang Jingwei let out a soft sigh and said:
"Because they were a pack of unfilial, traitorous disciples!"
The girl's voice was crisp, yet her tone was old-fashioned and world-weary, concealing the vicissitudes of time.
Everyone turned to look at Jiang Jingwei in unison.
Unfilial, traitorous disciples? Zhang Yuanqing was greatly alarmed, his expression shifting slightly as he tested, "You... who are you?"
A horrifying guess flashed through his mind, but it seemed too absurd for him to believe.
Guan Ya and the others each assumed guarded stances, their expressions extremely strange. Clearly, they had arrived at the same guess.
Only Elder Gao Feng remained expressionless, merely narrowing his eyes.
"Who am I?"
Jiang Jingwei turned around. Blackness churned within her eye sockets, obscuring both the whites of her eyes and her pupils. Against her fair, delicate face, she looked exceptionally eerie.
She sighed. "I am