116. Winged Snake Old Mother
Translator: 549690339
I knew Ninth Lord felt bad for me, nursing a body of wounds—it's not like Hu Tu would ever dare to mock it.
I didn't say much else, after all, the mother of Ninth Master Chang was still there. If I were to call Ninth Master Chang and the others "Ancestor," this would be an Ancestor among Ancestors.
One ought to show extra respect.
When we arrived, I found the layout wasn't much different from before, except instead of one coffin, there were many. These coffins dangled like pendants, a dozen or so hanging together, but they were already so decayed they barely held their shape, their souls long since dissipated without a trace.
The only things still intact were a few copper chains embedded in the wall. I pulled out the Peach Wood Sword and, without a word, started chopping away. Ninth Master Chang watched me exert myself with a chuckle and explained to his mother: