A slender young man lay in the coffin before them, still dressed in the distinctive green military uniform of his era.
It was as if time had never left a mark on his face.
Li Qing gently brushed his palm over the coffin, tears welling in his eyes. "Phoenix Hammer, it really is you. I finally found you."
The seven brothers had once been full of spirit, singing their way through life. Those scenes seemed like yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, the years had flown by.
Of the seven brothers, one had betrayed them, one was trapped, and all the rest who were supposed to die had died. Only he and the second brother remained.
But at least, however you looked at it, they had found their youngest brother at last.
Li Qing took a deep breath to compose himself, then turned to Golden Toad Son. Without even wiping the tears from his face, he hurried over to him. "Young Daoist, please save them. I'm an old man, and I'm begging you."
As he spoke, Li Qing started to kneel before Golden Toad Son. In his eyes, Golden Toad Son had not only found this place but understood everything, so he must have a way to save them.
"Hey, hey, old sir, you mustn't! Please, you mustn't."
Golden Toad Son hurried to support Li Qing. "Brother Lu and Xiao Ran are my good friends. I'll do everything I can to help with this. Please, calm down first and let me explain."
Lu Cheng joined in to reassure him. "Master, don't get worked up. We've found them, so there must be a way to get them out."
The two of them helped Li Qing sit down and waited for him to calm himself. Then Golden Toad Son began