Chapter 127: The Inevitable Calm of the South
In the room, Zhao Sheng touched Wei Ling's forehead with the tip of his foot and imperceptibly infused a stream of Spiritual Power.
The next second, Wei Ling groaned and slowly woke up, sitting up from the ground.
Zhao Sheng stood in front of the bed, watching the two corpse collector disciples with a calm expression.
Seeing this situation, the two black-robed figures paused momentarily, and one of them suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Senior Uncle, Master Wei has passed away. We are here under orders to escort Master Wei's body back to the mountain for burial."
Brother Wei has just passed, and you two have already arrived. Could it be that you have some foresight?" Zhao Sheng bluntly questioned.
He knew that asking this might be taboo, but it was a rare opportunity not to take advantage and probe their intentions would be to waste a good opportunity.