"Impossible," Zi Jinghong said repeatedly. He was puzzled and stayed in silence for very long before saying,"there's nothing in front of Jun Wuhui's grave… Nothing! His sword was resting on the altar, and it was extremely clean and shiny. His grave, was not even a cenotaph… it was a Marshal tent… There were chairs and tables, benches, Marshal desk, command plate… Everything was sparkly clean, and Jun Wuhui's statue was sitting right at the centre."
"There are army camps all around. Everything was placed at where they are supposed to be at, with utmost accuracy. There are three thousand guards, and everyday there would be people patrolling the premise, just like how it was like when Jun Wuhui was still alive. There was top-level security and everyone entering and leaving would have to undergo a thorough check. There was no exceptions."