Just as all the ninth-rank martial cultivators swarmed into the "Ghost" path.
The young spellcaster Mu Ling stayed behind.
He walked up to the five people Chu Xisheng had slain and stared fixedly at their bodies.
The young spellcaster's expression gradually grew grave. He bent down to examine the wounds on the bodies, then dabbed up a little blood and brought it to his nose to sniff.
"What's wrong?"
"Shadowless Sword" Zhuo Baiyun had also been about to enter that narrow, winding path.
But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Mu Ling's unusual actions. His swordlike brows rose, and he immediately pushed through the crowd and walked over with his hand on his sword.
"Mu Ling, is there something wrong with these bodies?"
When the young spellcaster looked up and saw Zhuo Baiyun approaching, he instinctively took fright.
The Ying Family had assigned him only two guards. If Zhuo Baiyun intended to kill him, the three of them probably would not survive five breaths.
But Mu Ling soon lowered his guard.
With Chu Xisheng and Si Huangquan still alive, Zhuo Baiyun would not be foolish enough to attack him now.
Besides, being on guard would do no good. Zhuo Baiyun's sword could finish them off in the shortest possible time.
"It's strange." Mu Ling pointed at the five bodies. "The vital energy and spirit in these bodies are all gone-"
Zhuo Baiyun froze at his words and stared fixedly at the bodies.
All things possessed spirit, and the human race stood foremost among all living things.
Though they had lost their ancestors' enormous bodies and innate divine strength, their spirituality was universally acknowledged as the strongest among all mortal beings.
In theory, even after people died, their spirituality would remain for a long time.
The vital energy