He poured out all the burial soil.
At a glance, all he could see were a few rotting feathers.
He threw them aside.
Using a jade trowel, Jiang Fan meticulously leveled the burial soil, piece by piece.
To ensure nothing was overlooked.
Every clump of dirt was ground to dust.
During the process, he found a few more rotting feathers.
An hour passed.
Looking at the countless granules of burial soil scattered across the ground, he couldn't help but start doubting.
"Could it be that something went wrong?"
Gazing at the last small pile of burial soil left.
He gritted his teeth and patiently smashed it bit by bit.
What if a miracle was hiding in the end?
But even after flattening the last piece of soil.
Still, there was nothing.
Jiang Fan was so frustrated he almost threw the jade trowel in his hand.
"Are you kidding me!"
"Half a day, and this is all I get?"
In the end, apart from finding a pile of rotten feathers.
There was absolutely nothing else!
