Miao Feichan examined the disciple's body for a moment before rising to her feet and shaking her head slightly.
Just then, Fang Shuwen's voice sounded from above her:
"Find anything?"
Miao Feichan looked up at him.
"What are you doing standing so high up?"
"..."
Fang Shuwen was tempted to reply that he had a better view from up high. But someone had just died at Yuqing Pavilion, and he knew it was no time for wisecracks.
With a light tap of his feet, he landed amidst the crowd.
The disciples of Yuqing Pavilion all knew Fang Shuwen was an honored guest, and they immediately parted to make way for him.
Miao Feichan spoke.
"There are no external wounds... She must have been... scared to death."
At her words, the surrounding Yuqing Pavilion disciples exchanged dismayed glances.
They could hardly imagine what kind of terror could frighten someone to death.
"Could it be... she ran into a ghost?"
someone ventured hesitantly.
