"This thing couldn't be fake as well, could it?" Qi Qingshan looked at the coffin and took a deep breath.
Su Xuan had just told him about everything he had encountered on the way here, making Qi Qingshan worry that this coffin might also be fake. According to the customs of the world atop the mountain, important people were often buried with their most cherished possessions. If the coffin were fake, there would be nothing valuable inside.
"It should be real." Su Xuan fixed his gaze on the coffin for a moment, then walked over slowly.
He didn't sense any danger from the coffin. Instead, he saw a golden gleam—the kind of light given off by pearls and jewels. Ever since his eyes had mutated, he could see things he had never been able to see before.
"Open it?" Qi Qingshan also walked over to the coffin, seeking Su Xuan's opinion. He could no longer treat Su Xuan as just another visitor from the world below.
