Is this the master of this cave abode? The supposed immortal?0

At least in death, he looked no different from any ordinary man. His desiccated skin clung to his bones, and his face had long since become unrecognizable. There was not the slightest trace of celestial or immortal bearing left of him.0

His robe, though cut in broad sleeves and flowing lines meant to appear ethereal, was neither silk nor satin, yet oddly smooth. When He Lingchuan gave it a tug, it tore apart at once.0

Damn, why is everything here as flimsy as poorly-made paper?0

He rose and circled the chamber, but it soon became clear that this immortal had died a pauper. It appeared that not a single valuable was left behind.0

Returning to the meditation mat, he noticed that the corpse still sat upright in proper posture, right hand clenched in a...0