At the mere sight of those three characters, Lian Youming's expression changed, and he examined them again in disbelief.
"Xu Aishi!"
It really was Xu Aishi.
Lian Youming stood rooted to the spot.
Who was Xu Aishi?
He was the founding patriarch of the Nature Sect, and Du Xinwu's master.
Shorty Xu and Xu Baishi, whom he had met in Shu, were this man's martial descendants.
Looking at the skeletons among the scattered rocks, his gaze shifted slightly. He rolled up his sleeves and moved the stones away one by one.
Tian Dayong was keeping watch nearby. Seeing what Lian Youming was doing, he immediately came over.
But once he made out the writing on the broken stele, he too was shocked.
Working swiftly, the two soon cleared out all the remains beneath the rocks.
There were three skeletons in all.
But too much time had passed. Apart from the clothing, which windblown sand had nearly worn into scraps, the bones were as rotten as decayed wood and crumbled at a touch.
One of the three skeletons wore Manchu clothing, virtually no different from the Remnants of the Old Era Lian Youming had seen before.
The other two skeletons were one tall and one short. The shorter one lay before the broken stele. Though short in stature, his bones were thick, especially those of his legs. He must have been a Martial Way grandmaster skilled in lower-body techniques, which inevitably reminded Lian Youming of Ao Fei, the leader of the Flower Fist Sect.
According to the accounts of Xu Aishi circulating in the martial world, he could travel back and forth between the mountains of Hunan and Sichuan within a day and walk on water. His lightness skills were unrivaled in the martial world, and he had mastered a formidable