"Someone's coming." Hearing footsteps, Qhianqhian felt a bit flustered. She immediately grabbed Jimo Cheng and Elvis and hid under the table beneath the coffin. The table was covered with a black cloth, which added a layer of solemnity to the ice coffin resting atop it, thus providing the three a hiding spot.
Qhianqhian held Jimo Cheng's hand and felt him trembling noticeably. Unable to speak, she could only gently pat his back.
Jimo Cheng gently reached out and embraced Qhianqhian, and Qhianqhian felt a warm liquid moistening her forehead.
At this moment, the people outside stopped in front of the Crystal Coffin, making Qhianqhian even more afraid to move. She could only do her best to comfort Jimo Cheng.
"Clan Leader, we don't have much of these materials left, but in the clan..."
