Lin Feng approached the corpse of a powerful warrior from the Human Clan, a middle-aged man whose presence commanded respect without anger.
Even after many years of death, there remained an aura of someone from the upper ranks, someone who must have been a mighty figure during his lifetime.
"Ah, senior… You died so tragically here, and your treasures lie scattered about this place, truly a waste. Let a junior collect your treasures. Rest assured, senior, I promise to burn some paper money for you after acquiring your belongings. If you fancy beautiful women, I could even burn some paper figures for you to enjoy such blessings even in the underworld."
Lin Feng prayed to himself, as he slowly approached the revered corpse of the Human Clan warrior. But when he reached the location of this mighty corpse, the spear which pinned the warrior down suddenly revealed dense spectral inscriptions. Upon seeing these inscriptions, Lin Feng's face changed abruptly.
