Lu Jiuli had long since prepared all the materials needed to repair Tie Kuangren's tomb, piling them on a patch of level ground below the mountainside.
Chu Xisheng could not be bothered to summon the gang members to do the work, so the few of them set about repairing Tie Kuangren's cenotaph themselves.
They were all martial cultivators whose cultivation had reached the fourth or fifth rank.
Even the semiretired Lu Jiuli had recently advanced to the lower fifth grade with the Iron Banner Gang's abundant resources, gaining the strength of a thousand stone.
Working together, they reached out with their true essence and drew the heavy blocks of stone up through the air, then pushed them neatly into place. Afterward, they leveled them with astral force and packed them firmly together.
Luo Hanzong thought they were too slow.
The Astral Great Mage casually snapped his fingers, summoning more than fifty "Yellow Turban Strongmen" from the ground.
They were actually earth-and-stone puppets, each possessing boundless strength comparable to a third-rank giant spirit, with bodies made of earth and stone.
They built much faster than Chu Xisheng and the others, working both swiftly and solidly.
Strangely, however, even when the cenotaph was nearly complete, they still saw no sign of "Tie Kuangren."
Everything within a hundred li was silent, without the slightest sound or movement.
Chu Xisheng frowned thoughtfully. "It seems highly intelligent, able to read the wind and watch people's expressions."
Then he smiled. "Please return to the Mi Family Manor Fortress, all three of you. I'll stay here alone and wait for him."
Tie Xiaosheng and Lu Jiuli exchanged glances.
They were somewhat worried about Chu Xisheng's safety, but knew their combat strength could offer him no help.
Over the past two years, perhaps spurred by his younger brother's