There were more than one or two Undying Evil Venerables in Youmeng Heaven.
Dong Muyu tilted her head and asked, "Junior Brother, do you have any other ideas?"
"The Sect Leader has a way," Chu Zhiyuan said.
Dong Muyu said, "What way?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "Since they covered their faces, they cannot be nobodies."
"That's right!" Dong Muyu immediately slapped her forehead. "Look at this brain of mine!"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Senior Sister, where are those fellows' bodies?"
"The Elders are gathered around them, preparing to burn them," Dong Muyu said. "Keeping them around would only bring trouble."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
"Do you want to go take a look?"
"Let's go."
Dong Muyu said, "I'll call Junior Sister Hongzhao. We'll go together."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
She flitted away lightly and soon returned with Li Hongzhao. The three left the small courtyard together and headed for a plaza.
On the northern side of Heavenly Sword Peak stood a broad plaza paved with white jade stone.
The invisible force shrouding Heavenly Sword Peak weakened most of the north wind.
The bamboo forest on the neighboring mountain swayed violently, like waves rolling through a jade-green sea, while a gentle breeze drifted across Heavenly Sword Peak.
At this moment, a towering pile of firewood stood in the white jade plaza, arranged into a round stack one meter high and two meters across.
The round stack resembled an altar, with nine black-robed corpses laid atop it.
The nine corpses had been arranged neatly.
Lu Wanshan and four middle-aged men stood before the circular woodpile, studying it intently.
Behind them stood Ding Zhonglou and more than a dozen young disciples, solemn and still.
Hearing footsteps, Lu Wanshan turned his head.
He beckoned. "Zhiyuan."
Chu Zhiyuan came before him, clasped his fists, and greeted the Sect Leader