Sonic Speed! Sonic Speed!

A hush fell in the car.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Cao Feng coughed again, his pale face void of any color.

"Tss…"

As the act tugged on his wounds, the intense pain made him suck in a breath of cold air.

"Speed up, to the hospital!"

Di Donglei ordered in a low voice. He continued. "Whether or not there are third-grade martial artists in the crematorium has nothing to do with us for now. Rather, what is Han Shilong doing here in Qinghe City? What have the people doing the investigations found?"

"For now, we have only managed to find out that Han Shilong is in Qinghe City for the Mausoleum of Prince Qin," answered a man in martial arts attire.

"The Mausoleum of Prince Qin?" sneered Cao Feng. "All four of the ancient manuals containing the location of the Mausoleum of Prince Qin are missing. How the hell will he get in there?!"