Su Zhenhe's expression flickered. He stepped forward to examine them, and his expression relaxed slightly. "None of our Profound Daoist Sect's predecessors are among them."
Xu Yunfan lifted his chin, a playful arc on his lips. He pointed to the shadows in the corner. "Brother Su, I must disagree. Take a look over there."
Su Zhenhe followed his gesture, and his expression jolted in shock. In front of a mottled wall at a turn in the corridor sat the upright skeleton of a figure clad in the tattered robes of the Profound Daoist Sect. Its bony hand gripped a broken Cyan Blade Sword. Though the blade was snapped, the hilt was clearly engraved with the Profound Daoist Sect's unique Cyan Mountain Cloud Pattern.
The skeleton's skull was bowed, as if it had been staring at the sword in its final moments. A Jade Hairpin from its scattered topknot had rolled onto the ground. The two characters for "Profound Daoist" on its head were so eroded by time they were barely legible.
