Inside the imperial tomb, Du Chengfeng and the Burly Man stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Looking at the tables and chairs around the Burly Man, Du Chengfeng now realized that this Burly Man was probably the resident of the imperial tomb. He had previously thought that no one would come to such a gloomy place, but it seemed that ordinary people couldn't come here to clean.
Unusual people, naturally, could.
This Burly Man was clearly that unusual person; his martial arts skills were quite formidable even to Du Chengfeng. Additionally, the fact that he used his fists and feet as weapons showed he could withstand the refining of Evil Qi, meaning he could also resist the omnipresent solitude of the imperial tomb.
"So you'd better leave quickly."
Du Chengfeng pondered for a while and decided to give some advice, suggesting the Burly Man, whom he had only met once, leave quickly.
"There's going to be a fight here soon. If it really collapses, you might be in danger."
