"I really just came here to play." Mu Hanyan made a hand gesture and opened the box. Although there were three boxes layered on top of each other, there was nothing inside.

"It doesn't make sense. This box is so tightly sealed, how could there be nothing in it?" Wu Qiyun was puzzled.

Mu Hanyan laughed secretly. What Wu Qiyun said was indeed right. There were indeed good things in this box, but now, those good things that were comparable to divine artifacts have become the gold embroidery on her collar. Even if Pang Dezong's master was resurrected, he would probably never have thought that the problem that he had not been able to solve in his lifetime was actually solved so easily by her.

Wu Qiyun lowered his head and searched the box carefully again, but he couldn't even find a few more ashes, so he had to give up in the end.

"Mu Cheng, I'm giving this box to you. Carry it on your back when you go back." Mu Hanyan saw Mu Cheng sitting silently aside and gave an order.

Although it seemed nothing on the surface, Mu Hanyan knew that the incident with Miss Zhao Si had dealt him too much of a blow, and she didn't know if he could sort himself out, so she had to find something for him to do even if he had nothing to do.

"Oh, I see." Mu Cheng looked up and said.

"Okay, then it's all fine. Let's all go to bed early." Mu Hanyan knew they were up so late because they were waiting for her. They must have heard from Mu Cheng about Zhao Si Ning and Miss Zhao Si's relationship and were worried about her. Now that she had returned safely, it was time for them to go back and rest.

"By the way, I remembered something and I need to tell you about it." Mu Cheng said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Mu Hanyan asked.

Mu Cheng looked around vigilantly, obviously afraid that there were eavesdroppers on the other side of the wall.

"Don't worry, there's no one around," Yan Yuchu said. Their tent was already quite far from the others, and now that it was late at night, most people were asleep. It was so quiet that even a moth wouldn't have escaped Yan Yuchu's ears.

"I once heard my grandfather say that some swordsmen died tragically with great resentment, and the hatred and resentment in their hearts would not disappear for a while. If there was an extremely powerful master who used strange techniques to explore the depths of his mind, he would be able to know what happened before his death." Mu Cheng said solemnly.

Mu Hanyan was slightly shocked. She had heard of such legends before. To ordinary people, it was no different from a ghostly myth. But to a sword master like Xia Youchen who knew the art of soul-searching, it might not be a myth.

Obviously, Mu Cheng thought of this statement because of Xia Youchen.

Yan Yuchu and Wu Qiyun were also slightly startled.

Although Mu Cheng's words were nonsensical, they knew he was referring to Miss Zhao Si and Yue Zhenglin. Pang Dezong was an alchemist and a master of the Sword Saint level. If he were to find Miss Zhao Si's body, who knew what he would discover?

Mu Hanyan was not worried about this matter at first, but now, she feels a little uneasy.

If I had known earlier that Zhao Si Ning's uncle was Pang De Zong, perhaps I should have destroyed all the bodies of those people. After thinking about it, Mu Hanyan gave up the idea.

Killing is not a big deal for her, but after all, she is a human being, not a beast. They all know each other, and even if they are enemies, they should maintain basic respect. Cutting a body into pieces is one thing she can talk about, but she can't do it if she really wants to.