Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha entered the imperial city and arrived at the site of the fire, a large circular building made of wood.
The building had collapsed from an explosion, and fierce flames lit it up like a beacon.
Eastsea Eagle looked dumbly at the flames, and the fat and fair-skinned Chief Steward had an ashen complexion as he commanded the guards to put out the flames.
"What happened?" Xia Fan frowned and sniffed the air.
"It's gone."
"What's gone?"
"Father, father's corpse and the altar… it's all been burned up!"
Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha were startled. In other words, the old emperor's body was in the fire?
Wasn't that too much of a coincidence?
Xia Fan had just made plans to inspect the corpse the next morning, but the corpse was destroyed in a fire that night?
It was like some mysterious power was stopping Xia Fan from getting closer to the truth!
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