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.
