Whoosh!
Wang Quan surged over amid a crowd of descendants of gods and demons.
Soon, he saw a corpse.
The corpse looked human, except for an extra tail of white bone.
Wang Quan looked it up and down but did not recognize it. "Everyone, are you sure this is the tenth steward?"
"We're so weak, our residences aren't as big as his, and we don't have as many underlings."
"But we all survived the rebels' attack!"
"His residence was bigger, his underlings more numerous, and his strength greater than ours; how could they have died?"
Everyone looked thoughtful.
Wang Quan smiled. "Can any of you brothers examine his flesh and blood, verify his bloodline, and determine whether he's the tenth steward?"
At his words, everyone nodded.
A moment later, an expert drank a mouthful of blood. "The bloodline confirms it's him."
"I once secretly sucked his descendants' blood. It all tastes the same-rank and foul!"
One descendant of gods and demons ate a mouthful of flesh and smacked his lips a few times. "The meat's right too. Sour and foul!"
Another descendant of gods and demons cracked open the skull, dug out the remaining soul fragments, and burned them to perceive the information within.
The other descendants of gods and demons all used their own methods to investigate his identity.
In the end, everyone agreed. "This is the tenth steward."
"To think the tenth steward, who harmed us so cruelly, actually died just like that."
"How truly... hateful."
One descendant of gods and demons laughed. "We can eat his flesh and drink his blood. That counts as avenging ourselves."
The many descendants of gods and demons nodded. "Exactly."
Wang Quan coughed. "Everyone, the tenth steward wasn't the mastermind!"
"The real mastermind is someone else!"
"Huh?" The descendants of gods and