In the Great Hall, a crowd of disciples could be seen ogling a coffin, along with all of the elders of the Golden Dragon Sect except Zhang Fei, who had just arrived with Zheng Jin, Pebble, and Bai Shuanyang.
"There it is, Jin'er," Zhang Fei said as he pointed at the coffin.
Inside was an old man with long, white whiskers for a beard, and a modestly wrinkled face that somewhat revealed his age. Old but not too much.
To any clueless onlooker, it would seem that the old man on the coffin might just be sleeping soundly with the peaceful expression he had on his aged face, but Zheng Jin and the rest of the people in the Great Hall saw the truth for what it was.
The great Sect Leader of the Golden Dragon Sect—Jin Xiao—was now dead.
"Murdered", Zheng Jin thought. It was to no one's surprise
