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"...His little head was always a bit naughty..."
"Let's have a look..."
"Yeah."
Mo Hua's Divine Sense was unceasing.
Bai Zisheng and another were perceptive of Mo Hua's Divine Sense. Cloaked with a concealing cape and with their figures hidden, they found the secret chamber amidst the chaos of the Stone Palace.
The secret chamber was cramped but exquisitely crafted, with a sinister sacrificial altar situated above.
Atop the altar lay bones, burning white candles dripped with corpse oil, casting a ghostly light.
Below the altar was a white coffin.
The Divine Sense of Mo Hua emanated from within the coffin.
When Bai Zisheng saw the white coffin, his expression was one of astonishment. Then, with a pained look, he cried out:
"Little junior brother, he's dead!"
Bai Zixi shot him a glance, "How could his Divine Sense emit from him were he dead?"
Bai Zisheng paused, his pained expression faded as he scratched his head and begrudgingly said:
"Oh, right..."