He was just about to pursue them, but unexpectedly, the two turned back. Although they brought along a young Taoist who seemed strong, he wasn't afraid. This saved him a lot of effort.
Jiang Baishan, hearing Ghost Mask's mocking laughter, felt his eyes nearly burst with rage. He looked at the new grave in the distance and cried out in grief and fury:
"Ghost Mask, where is my eighth junior brother! Where is he!"
Ghost Mask sneered, merely pressing the grave beneath with his boot.
"Considering Qin Yun served me for many years, I left his body intact and set up a grave. I've already been humane enough."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baishan felt the world spinning, blood rushing to his head in anger.
"You! You deserve to die!"
Originally, he clung to a sliver of hope, but at this moment, there was only hatred and grief.
Ning Qi's face was expressionless, his heart also filled with sorrow.
"I'll also leave you an intact corpse."
A whisper filled with grief sounded.
