"Hey, where am I? It's so dark, so narrow!"
"Why am I being locked up here? I'm the Sword Holder Qian Yuya, the third scribe of White Night, the Patriarch of the Qin Family in Yanjing, and the Vice Principal of the Royal Academy! Who has the guts to play such a prank on me? Let me out, let me out!"
Many couldn't help but stand up. Li Ying wiped her tear-filled eyes and blurted out, "Is it possible he's not dead yet?"
"Nonsense, of course I'm not dead. Even if all of you died, I wouldn't! The voice from the coffin was full of energy, thumping the lid again, "You're rebelling, let me out quickly or don't make me angry, or I'll finish you all when I get out!"
Upon hearing the person in the coffin could even talk, many in the hall turned pale, some with fear, some with joy, some with humor, and some with anger. Clearly, most believed it.
