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「The rear mountain of Spirit Turtle Peak.」
Wang Xiu lay quietly within the White Jade Ice Coffin. Moonlight filtered through the jade, landing on his face and making his pale features glow like a flawless sculpture. A faint spiritual aura drifted around his body like dust motes in a sunbeam, creating a sense of tranquil peace.
Dugu Qingqian observed the scene and suddenly spoke. "He's sleeping in the same coffin you once did. Would you consider that a kind of inheritance?"
Luo Binglan replied, "I lay in this coffin for ten years, which is why I reached the Earth Immortal realm before you. Why don't you get in there and lie with my disciple? Perhaps when you come out, I won't dare to touch you anymore."
Dugu Qingqian's sword-like brows twitched in annoyance. What does becoming an Earth Immortal have to do with lying in a coffin? If it weren't for those lost years, you probably would have reached this step even sooner.
