The spirit in the coffin truly moved a stone stool, sat down leisurely, then lifted the hem of the long robe, and made a gesture of invitation to Li Ping'an and Hongjun.
Hongjun's phantom slightly narrowed its eyes.
He said, "Fellow Daoist actually left Mount Lingjiu, which is something I hadn't expected beforehand."
"The Three Pure Ones are not at home, I come and go as I please."
The spirit in the coffin laughed:
"Fellow Daoist, today you are too ugly, you will stop at nothing to achieve your goals.
"What exactly do you want?
"Actually, if you don't like me being embedded in the main world, I can move; going to your Zixiao Palace wouldn't be bad either."
Hongjun said, "Then please, fellow Daoist, accompany me into the Zixiao Palace."
"Alright," the spirit in the coffin said, "as long as you stop what you're doing, I can move to the Zixiao Palace; you know, as a strange thing, I have only one excellent quality, which is to keep promises."
Hongjun remained silent.
