Cursed Corpse

"I hope he will contain himself," thought Yang Qing with some worry as his gaze fell on the elderly man.

He couldn't help but sympathize with why he had that intense hate-filled glare. If he had been in the same shoes as him, and gone through what the old man had gone through, he would have the same anger and would have likely done a poor job at restraining it too.

Though the old man openly showed his hostilities, he at least didn't attack anyone but of course, maybe the reason for that could be because he was biding his time waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

Unwilling to drag this along any further, Yang Qing decided to get the show on the road. The faster they completed the case, the less likely the elderly man would try to pull something, though even if he did try, his cultivation base ensured that ultimately it would end in failure. Of everyone present, he was currently the weakest person present.