Good grief—Lin Heng had never expected Bai Yi to still be inside the coffin.
"Wait, Xiao Muyu, didn't you say that coffin was an immortal coffin?"
"Yes. It's an excellent artifact, especially nourishing for the soul. Back when your physical body shattered and you went down to the Underworld, I placed you in the coffin for a while."
"It works wonders for the sick and injured, but for healthy people, it offers no such great benefit. On the contrary, it can be harmful."
And so, Lin Heng went to the Inner Court, lifted the coffin lid, and dragged out Bai Yi, who had been sleeping peacefully inside.
"Are you still alive? If you are, open your eyes and say something."
Looking at Bai Yi lying stiffly on the ground, his skin faintly turning pale, Lin Heng could not help shaking his head.
It looked like he had completely departed.
Just as Lin Heng turned around, the stiff corpse behind him suddenly sat bolt upright. Then came a sound no human joints should have been able to make. "Fuck, Lin Heng, you finally came! That damned Chen Changqin actually threw me in here to endure this extreme loneliness and cold all by myself."
"Well, well. You're actually still alive."
Lin Heng turned to look at him, one brow raised. "You've been lying here all this time?"
Bai Yi got to his feet and stretched his limbs. "What else was I supposed to do? The dignified son of Immortal Venerable Zhenyang, shut in a coffin like livestock."
"I only threatened her a little. Women are just so petty."
"What did you threaten her with?" Seeing the unfriendly look in Lin Heng's eyes, Bai Yi hurriedly let out an awkward laugh. "Nothing, nothing."
"Say, Lin Heng, why do you look so unwell?"
"What