Li Yan endured the grief and, after a round of rituals, looked to Wang Daoxuan beside him.
He had already used Divine Skills to investigate.
Wu Qu's corpse was already a bit decomposed, with no anomalies detected.
Wang Daoxuan had long been prepared, first using a stick to draw an Eight Trigrams on the ground, placing the Jade Pendant that Wu Qu often wore in life within, then taking a handful of soil from the grave to sprinkle around, performing a Mantra while shaking the copper coins and turtle shell for Divination.
There was not a single clue about Wu Qu's death.
Wang Daoxuan's divination was half accurate, half not, but at least it was a glimmer of hope.
Clatter, the copper coins fell to the ground.
The fall of the copper coins was peculiar, exactly three upright, three slanted.
Among them, two were upright and one was inverted, while the other three were all upright.
"Daoist, what does this divination mean?"
Wu Zun, beside him, couldn't wait to ask.
