Just as Lin Bai and the Crow were doing their utmost to argue that they had not obtained any treasures.
Suddenly, a strange voice rang out.
"Who... told you this place was a tomb manor?"
The voice carried an ancient, weathered aura and an utterly exhausted tone, like an old man who had only just awakened from endless years of slumber.
Hearing it, Lin Bai and the Crow felt their scalps prickle, and their entire bodies trembled.
They could not help turning around to look inside the coffin.
Meanwhile, Ten Thousand Saints Mountain and the Black-Robed Man exchanged glances.
Sun Tianchan of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain said coldly, "Your people? They're far too reckless. How dare they still try to scare people here?"
The Black-Robed Man said coldly, "We weren't the ones speaking. Could it be that a martial artist from Ten Thousand Saints Mountain is playing tricks?"
Everyone from Ten Thousand Saints Mountain froze. The moment the Black-Robed Man finished speaking, his whole body began to tremble.
Lin Bai and the Crow turned to look at the coffin, which had been burning fiercely.
At that moment, the dragon flame capable of incinerating everything beneath the heavens slowly died out from within the coffin.
As the dragon flame dispersed, the entire coffin returned to its original state, as though it had never suffered the slightest damage, without leaving behind even a trace.
"Who... disturbed this old man's peace?"
The aged voice rang out again, now carrying a thread of anger.
Everyone stared at the coffin, their feet involuntarily retreating.
"Lin Bai, of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best one. I suggest we slip away first."
The Crow's eyes widened as he spoke to Lin Bai.
Roar... Wan Zizhen's dragon rage thundered forth. He roared furiously at the coffin.
After