Yama looked at Qi Yun with a complex expression, then looked at the casket. Since the master wanted it opened, he had no reason to insist otherwise.
He gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and pried open each of the ninety-nine nails on the casket.
Qi Yun's breath grew increasingly rapid as each nail fell. He hoped his guess was correct, but worried he might disturb his son's peace if he was wrong.
However, certain things had to be done, and only he could do them!
Qi Yun took a deep breath, staring at the casket, afraid to miss anything.
The ninety-nine nails were indeed very solid, and an average person couldn't pry them open. Fortunately, Yama was skilled in martial arts and possessed great strength, allowing him to open it.
Even so, it still took a full hour.
"Dang!"
When the last nail fell, Qi Yun and Yama's breaths nearly stopped!
"Master?"
Yama looked at Qi Yun, who took a deep breath and, with a slightly hoarse voice, said, "Open it!"
