Heartless

/How abominable. Jin Chaoyang actually had some use for him/

After all, he was already a yellow-level talisman practitioner.

"Where is he?" Holy Son Miyan asked solemnly.

"We can't find the corpse anymore," the air fluctuated slightly.

A man wearing a white robe and a white kerchief spoke while hanging his head, only revealing his eyes. He stood next to Holy Son Miyan.

"D*mn it," Holy Son Miyan cursed again.

The teacup in her hand cracked with a light crack before finally shattering into powder.

The tea dripped onto the floor from Miyan's palm.

The priests in the room didn't even dare take a deep breath.

It would be fine if Jin Chaoyang didn't have any remains, but if someone brought that corpse back for research…

The Holy Son furrowed his brows and thought: "The Divine Province's Crown Prince shouldn't be so hassleful. He must have sent people to take care of that punk."

"You're certain that he's dead?"