Consort Jing Tomb.
The faintly flickering lamplight shone into the coffin, but the sight inside left He Lao Si and the others rooted to the spot in bewilderment.
The coffin was actually... empty.
Apart from some dust, there was nothing inside.
"Where... where's the body?"
He Lao Si glanced blankly at his companions and stammered out the question.
A-Da looked equally baffled. Curling his lip, he said, "How the hell should I know? She ain't my wife, and I ain't that Emperor Wanwu..."
"You oaf, this is an imperial noble consort's tomb, not your vegetable patch. Watch your mouth." One of the men replied impatiently, "Legend has it that Consort Jing cultivated for many years and was a Fourth Grade Supernatural Ability User... even dead, she isn't someone we can gossip about."
"Oh."
A-Da nodded with a foolish look on his face.
"Stand back, all of you."
He Lao Si called out grimly, "I'm going to use spirit-revealing powder."
Hearing this, the others all retreated into the robbers' tunnel, shielding their eyes and covering their noses and mouths.
He Lao Si took a small porcelain bottle from his robes. Only after circulating his Star Source to protect himself did he carefully sprinkle the powder inside it into the coffin.
Boom!
The instant the powder entered the coffin, it turned into specks of starlight, illuminating the interior brilliantly.
An extremely unpleasant sour odor filled his nose, and the light lingered for quite some time.
He Lao Si stared into the coffin with reddened eyes. Even after the spirit powder dispersed as specks of light, no unusual phenomenon appeared.
He frowned and murmured, "The death energy in this coffin has been exhausted, and the spirit powder can't reveal even a trace of a soul's shadow... this is rather strange."
Covering his eyes,