Frowning, Lu Sheng treaded among the white ashes gingerly. Upon entering the room, the cauldron which had previously been placed in the bedroom entered his view.
Only half of the cauldron remained. The other half seemed to have been somehow melted; black liquid metal spilled from it onto the floor, then condensed into solid form.
He walked to the cauldron and lightly caressed the surface of the metal. It was hard, cold, and rough.
"This is a pill cauldron forged with intense heat. Ordinary fire certainly can’t possibly melt it down like this," Xu Chui whispered as he neared.
"It was not fire," Lu Sheng shook his head.
Walking away from the cauldron, he began to examine the scene in the room. The articles of clothing sprawled across the floor had to be the remains of the ghosts. What puzzled him was that not a single trace of Yin Qi remained on them.
