Fan Ye's corpse was nothing out of the ordinary. He laid silently in the cold stone coffin. His soul altar remained perished. His life aura had vanished.
Li Yue Feng, the Master of the Li family from the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce, shouted. He looked pale as he retreated as if a strong, invisible force had hit him. He looked truly frightened.
The wrist of the arm he had used to touch Fan Ye's body was shaking. His five fingers lost all color while his fingernails dissolved at a speed that naked eyes couldn't observe. Then, the dissolution expanded to the back of his fingers. It seemed like it was going to melt his entire hand.
Li Yue Feng took a deep breath. Under the scrutinizing looks of many warriors of the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce, he sat down on the ground and closed his eyes, urging the energy within his body.
