The Earth Spirit Pearl had protected Saintess Xinghuan flawlessly in this way. Since her coffin had been lowered, no one had ever been able to open it or see Xinghuan's true face again. Thus, the claim that her body had not decayed was, in truth, a well-intentioned supposition.
The native Winged People could never allow outsiders to open the coffin and take the Earth Spirit Pearl. This was not something inducements or threats could resolve. Among tens of thousands of people, there would always be those who regarded money as dung, and those who upheld justice without fearing death. It was simply an impossible task.
But cultivators had a thousand ever-changing methods at their disposal, and even a situation like this could not stump them. Thus, they had laid this trap and let the Winged People walk into it unwittingly, including the chief and elders, including the important figures of the Wing Court. Apart from the two of them, nobody knew.
Otherwise, if two Golden Core cultivators intended to act, would these lowly Winged People ever have had a chance to hear about it?
Through a series of ingenious arrangements and guidance, everyone had fallen into their jar, just as they had anticipated, moving to their rhythm. Success was not far away.
As for the eight who had entered, they would see only what the two wanted them to see. They had no say in it!
Huanghou clasped his hands and bowed to the Winged People, old and young. "I am Daoist Huanghou. Please follow me. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. We will tell you everything we know and hold nothing back."
Dazed and bewildered, the Winged People followed him down into the burial chamber. A sinister chill filled the air, cold enough to pierce the