Marrow Cleansing

"Since you agreed to recognize me as your master, I suppose I'll graciously take you in. Now get inside and stay put, so you don't cause me any trouble."

Zhao Han waved his hand. The Imperial Coffin responded at once, turning its open end toward Hanba.

Hanba was delighted, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she respectfully said, "Thank you, Master!"

Hanba obediently climbed into the Imperial Coffin and lay down, looking perfectly comfortable.

"Heh heh heh. I'm badly wounded this time, so I'll just take shelter in your coffin for a while and recuperate, gathering yin energy anew."

"Once I recover, I'll break this coffin of yours and make it my own corpse coffin."

"How could a little fool like you control a top-tier coffin like this?"

"After I break it, I want to see your face when you're furious. I'll lock you in here too, so you can see how it feels, then take you back with me to answer for my mission!"

Hanba chuckled darkly to herself, pleased that her "masterful" acting had fooled Zhao Han.

Then Hanba stopped thinking about it. She closed her eyes, stretched out her legs, and lay perfectly still.

All trace of a living person's presence vanished, leaving only the aura of death.

Zhao Han could sense it clearly from outside. Like the Earth Armored Zombie, Hanba was alive when she moved and dead when she stayed still.

With a casual wave, he sent the Imperial Coffin into the System Space.

"I can't use the Imperial Coffin to fly around just yet. I'll save it for when I run into danger."

"Anyway, Hanba counts as one of my trump cards now."

"I've taken her into the Imperial Coffin and the System Space. Whether she gets out depends on how I feel."