Then, Chu Mo didn't have time to pay attention to Fang Lan. Taking advantage of Zhu Hong's blood still being fresh, he began forming hand seals.
Thus, to Fang Lan's astonishment, she witnessed the blood on the ground eerily and slowly flowing towards Jin Ming's coffin. Like red serpents with lives of their own, it permeated directly into it!
If Fang Lan couldn't understand at this time that her master had profound reasons for burying Jin Ming here, then all her cultivation would have been in vain. Yet she still did not understand the true purpose of her master's actions, but Fang Lan believed that her master would never do anything to harm Jin Ming.
Sweat soon started trickling down from Chu Mo's forehead and temples, and his face gradually showed a strained expression.
Fang Lan stood to one side, watching nervously without daring to disturb. She could feel that what her master was doing now was extremely important and not so easy to accomplish even for her master.
