Chapter 610: 607, this is truly Situ Xiuneng’s burial place! As directed by Wen Ping, Yun Jing and the others focused their gaze on the dirt grave.
Then, Pan Su and Ge Jiao exchanged a look, a faint uncertain smile playing on their lips, as they walked towards the tomb in unison.
Making it up?
They were curious to see how Wen Ping would fabricate the situation.
Seeing the two leading people away, Wen Ping stood under the city tower, completely still — because he was too lazy to go over.
Real or fake, as someone of the Upper Realm of Mountain Suppression, there was no way he couldn’t discern it.
"Yun Jing."
Just as Yun Jing was about to discuss with Wen Ping, Pan Su’s call reached her.
Yun Jing took a deep look at Wen Ping, and after seeing his calm expression and his undeniable gaze, a touch of doubt crossed her mind.
Could it really be true?
Carrying this suspicion, Yun Jing also headed towards the tomb.
The first tomb was just a few hundred steps from the city gate, and they quickly reached it following the road out of the city.
The three of them simultaneously glanced at Wen Ping under the city tower, then fixed their gaze on the tombstone of the first grave.
Burial place of Lu Ming from the Hundred Sects Alliance!
Beyond that, there was no other annotation.
At first glance, it didn’t even seem like a tomb. Firstly, it was named as a burial place, and secondly, it was very simple.
Pan Su voiced a question, looking at Yun Jing and the others, "Who is Lu Ming?"
"Lu Ming from the Hundred Sects Alliance, sounds somewhat familiar."
To this, Yun Jing simply frowned, not knowing who Lu Ming exactly was.
Seeing Yun Jing also uninformed, Pan Su couldn’t help but laugh, "Haha, really pulling it out of thin air. A grave of Lu Ming, forcefully made to be claimed as Situ Xiuneng’s. Wen Ping is truly boring, we three came all the way here to show him respect, but he outright rejected us."
"Wait a minute!"
At this point, Ge Jiao spoke up.
Ge Jiao’s brows were tightly knitted, seemingly trying hard to recall something, a mysterious statement lingering on his barely open lips.
"What’s this about?"
"Did something come to mind?"
Under the inquiries from Yun Jing and the others, Ge Jiao’s reluctant lips finally settled.
Ge Jiao began to recount, "Do you remember, under Situ Xiuneng, there was someone named Lu Ming. It’s said that as long as Situ Xiuneng left Thousand Mechanism Lake, he would definitely take him along. He was Situ Xiuneng’s right-hand man."
Pan Su responded, "Over the years, the Silver Level Chief hasn’t appeared before us, so I truly wasn’t aware."
"I have some impression, but not very profound," Yun Jing nodded.
Ge Jiao continued, "I know because I once saw this information, but it was a matter from ten years ago. Ten years ago, he was just in the Lower Realm of Mountain Suppression."
"How did he become Situ Xiuneng’s right-hand man?" Pan Su was puzzled.
Someone in the Lower Realm of Mountain Suppression, at the level of a Silver Level Chief, could only serve as an attendant.
Yun Jing echoed, "Perhaps he had special talents."
Pan Su, too lazy to ponder over it, given that Lu Ming was Situ Xiuneng’s man, was now more curious whether the tomb contained Lu Ming himself, "Is it really him in this tomb?"
"Using perception can reveal the truth. When a strong man of the Mountain Suppression Realm dies, he wouldn’t immediately turn into a nameless pile of bones." Saying this, Ge Jiao’s perception immediately infiltrated into the tomb.
A few breaths later, the information began pouring back.
Ge Jiao’s expression turned complex.
This made Yun Jing and Pan Su extremely curious. They were about to ask when Ge Jiao spoke, "The spirit body is extraordinary, its ranking should be high, although not as high as ours, it’s not too inferior. Judging from this, his background is remarkable. Then, I felt the residual Vein Qi and the unimpeded meridians, they tell me, this person should be a strongman of the Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression. However, the lack of the clothes and weapon Wen Ping mentioned makes it hard to determine his true identity."
"So is he or isn’t he?" Pan Su was somewhat anxious.
Ge Jiao shook his head, then nodded, "I don’t know, but his background is definitely uncommon."
"Since it cannot be determined, let’s go see the second grave." Yun Jing cast her gaze towards Wen Ping in the distance; despite being far, she saw the calm expression on Wen Ping’s face.
In her heart, she had already determined that this person was Lu Ming.
Wen Ping could kill the Sect Leader of the Dragon God Sect, Tuo Hai, he would never use an ordinary Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression to impersonate Lu Ming.
It’s not just something that can be investigated to reveal the truth.
But she trusted Wen Ping wouldn’t be so boring.
As she was lost in thought, Pan Su suddenly exclaimed and ran towards the second grave, "That grave seems to have clothing."
Almost a breath later, Pan Su suddenly froze.
Looking at the clothing propped up in the air by a stick, he fell into shock.
"A Silver Level Chief’s Robe!"
Though Pan Su was not in charge of intelligence at the Freeroam Inn, and didn’t possess the knowledge like Ge Jiao to recognize Lu Ming, he could still recognize a Silver Level Chief’s Robe.