Half a day later.
Canglang Mountain, Luopan Mountain Road.
Mo Hua and a few others came to a rugged rocky area beside the mountain path.
It was here that the three family disciples had died.
The bodies had already been collected, but some fragments of rock and vegetation still bore faint traces of blood.
These bloodstains were concentrated, clearly indicating that the victims had not panicked or struggled, instantly killed in one strike, their blood draining away as they rigidly fell.
Moreover, according to the Taoist Court officials, the disciples were mysteriously gutted post-mortem, making their deaths particularly grisly.
Of course, in Mo Hua's eyes, this wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
He was a Monster Hunter, used to bloody scenes since childhood.
Mo Hua curiously stared at the stones on the ground, looking back and forth with a puzzled expression.
Murong Caiyun inquired with confusion:
"Junior brother, what are you looking at?"
