Inside the carriage.
Jiang Ning looked at the ice coffin placed in the corner, his expression serious.
He pondered for a long time.
He picked up the ice coffin again and swept it out of the carriage.
The next moment.
Bang—
The air exploded, and the ice coffin flew out again.
"Young master..."
Lv Yi began to speak, but Jiang Ning slowly shook his head to stop her.
"Do not speak of it!" Jiang Ning shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Lv Yi immediately fell silent.
At this moment, Jiang Ning fell into contemplation.
Without a doubt.
The ice coffin he had just thrown out again was the one he brought out from the treasure vault of the Water Moon Sword Palace.
Now this thing was inexplicably entangled with him, causing a sudden unease in his heart.
Because that ice coffin was too bizarre.
He had thrown it towards the Dongling Mountain Range, with his strength, easily tossing it a kilometer or two away.
Two days later, he was already very far from Dongling City.
