Under He Qing's vigilance, Mingjue had already brought that coffin directly to the rooftop of Yuewei University's library.
Although Yuewei University consisted mostly of antique-style architecture, it couldn't entirely mimic the old times; thus, the rooftop at the top was actually a flat terrace.
He stood there silently with the coffin made of Paulownia Wood, watching the people on the rooftop, his expression unspeakably indifferent and wary.
At this moment, He Qing's heart was filled with an indescribable forlornness.
Mingjue's persistence, his bizarre creativity, and even his various techniques in Mystical Technique made He Qing think he was quite incredible!
Facing Mingjue, she was often filled with a profound sense of melancholy and heartache.
Therefore, as Mingjue stood there now, although she looked up at the moon, her expression was inexplicably complex.
