"You don't know me, but that old geezer in the coffin does. He wouldn't dare talk to me like that. Old geezer, if you don't want me to cleave your coffin in two, you'd better crawl out yourself."
Anger welled in Ji Wangsheng's eyes, but when she heard the stone coffin shifting behind her, she abruptly turned.
The heavy stone coffin was pushed open, fragments of stone and dust falling onto its rim. A stick-thin hand reached out, followed by a hoarse voice.
"Heh, the Third Seat of the Salvation Hall of Fame is still as supremely confident as ever. You make it impossible for this old man to ignore you."
Ji Wangsheng's pupils contracted slightly. She was the Third Seat of the Salvation Hall of Fame?
The elderly man with thinning hair slowly climbed out of the stone coffin, shakily taking the hand Ji Wangsheng offered him. He narrowed his eyes at the woman holding two blades.
"After all these years, your way of saying hello is still all too unforgettable. Ying Ruxing, what could have brought you out? Surely you didn't come all this way just for an old geezer like me."
Ying Ruxing twirled her twin blades lightly and raised her chin.
"Of course I didn't come just for you, but we can't let our guard down around you either, old geezer. So I could only lower myself to come and keep an eye on you."
[Plague] coughed a few times. "Then I'm truly honored. I wonder who could make the Salvation Hall of Fame so wary."
"Who else? [War]."
Ying Ruxing tossed the blade in her left hand. Its gleam resembled starlight, tracing a specific path that linked stars together to lay down an isolation formation.
[Plague] smiled wryly. "What a relief. I thought the Salvation