"I don't understand."
"Illiterate," the Old Saintess scolded, but still added, "Wasn't there an original instigator? How could he create human-shaped figures for burial?"
Chen Yi nodded slightly, crouching and continuing to listen.
The night wind swept past the eaves, lifting a few dead leaves that swirled down onto the shoes of the Violet Compassion Sage.
"Demon Refining Abyss…" Huang Duren chewed on these words, a gritty laugh scraping from his throat, "Big brother means we can make up for the meat we missed twenty years ago on this road trip?"
The Violet Compassion Sage suddenly stopped walking.
Chen Yi saw him lift his right hand, which hovered in the air for a long while before flicking at non-existent dust on his lapel: "Talk too much."
The two continued forward, Huang Duren falling half a step behind, and before long, their figures had rounded the corner and disappeared. Chen Yi held his breath, about to follow.
