Miss Su's standards were sometimes strict, sometimes lax. It was impossible to make heads or tails of them.
'Oh well. For an opportunity like this, one less competitor is always a good thing.'
However…
As the crowd looked at the dozen or so black-lacquered coffins before them, a chill ran straight up their spines.
"M-Miss Su..." one of the more timid undercover agents stammered, his voice trembling as he pointed at the row of coffins. "W-what is this for?"
Su Ling'er composed herself, her expression solemn and full of compassion. She pointed to the row of black coffins, her voice serene.
"We're going to the Yin Spirit Institute, of course. To see you off on your journey."
Everyone: "!!!"
'See us off... on our journey?'
'Don't tell me this journey is down the Yellow Springs Road that leads to the Naihe Bridge?!'
