Ye Qingchen frowned. He wanted to examine Zhang Long's corpse, but the body had already begun to emit a foul odor before dissolving into a pool of blood in mere moments. He turned to look at Zhang Hu's corpse and saw that it, too, had melted into a pool of blood just like Zhang Long's.
Ye Qingchen sighed. It seemed both men were highly-trained deathsworn soldiers, conditioned to destroy their own bodies upon death to prevent their identities from being exposed. Ye Qingchen had even attempted to use his Dual Pupil Martial Soul to probe Zhang Long's thoughts. However, the man was already committed to death, and his mind revealed no memories of his master.
Ye Qingchen furrowed his brow in thought.
