A rock tumbled ceaselessly in Ling Tianya's hands. With light strokes of his fingers, stone fragments flew, and before long, its sharp edges had been smoothed away. Finally, he shaped it into a gravestone.
He made three in succession and inscribed the names of Mu Yi and the other two on them.
Then Ling Tianya planted the three gravestones before three freshly raised burial mounds.
Once he had finished, he turned around and asked with some puzzlement, "Old Wan, what have you come back for?"
The person Ling Tianya faced when he turned around was none other than Wan Qingteng, who had left earlier. Unexpectedly, he had returned.
Wan Qingteng glanced at the three burial mounds behind Ling Tianya, then smiled faintly. "I came to confirm whether you really intend to go to Shaolin tomorrow."
"Old Wan, would I lie to you? Those bald donkeys at Shaolin Temple-I would like nothing better than to tear them into ten thousand pieces. With such a fine opportunity before me, do you think I would miss it?" Ling Tianya asked coldly.
"Haha! No need to get angry. Just consider it this old man overthinking things." Wan Qingteng laughed, then left.
Using his lightness skill, Wan Qingteng swept several li away in an instant, but soon stopped.
"It seems Ling Tianya really has no other purpose," Wan Qingteng said with a frown. "Still, something isn't right. Yes, I'll go back and investigate carefully."
Wan Qingteng retraced his steps, but this time he was extremely cautious, not wanting to alert Ling Tianya.
When he reached a spot a hundred zhang from Ling Tianya, he crouched down.
He feared Ling Tianya would discover him if he went any closer.
From there, he could faintly hear Ling Tianya talking to himself.
"What a pity. Three great experts,