"Watch your step." The person leading the way paused and cleared some space with his hands.
"Dead, dead people!" Junior Sister Yao exclaimed softly upon seeing what the other person was moving.
The man glanced at her in surprise, "A Yin Cultivator frightened by corpses?"
Blushing under the scrutiny of such a handsome man, Junior Sister Yao stammered, "No, it's just that there are too many of them; it startled me."
Indeed, there were too many. At a glance, there were bones everywhere, some old and some quite fresh, the older ones already weathered into bone fragments. Even beneath her feet, she was stepping on crushed bones.
"What is Young Master's family name?" Yu Sheng ventured to ask.
"My family name is Xie." As he spoke, he led them through a corridor of bones, "Here we are."
The people from the Yin Puppet Sect looked around and realized they were in a stone room, clearly man-made.
Yu Sheng was startled, "This is..."
"The Imperial Mausoleum."
