In the entire ancient tomb, there wasn't any construction, just a coffin in the center of the stone chamber.
In the center of the coffin lay a prayer mat.
Lin Chen walked up to the coffin, knelt on the prayer mat, and respectfully bowed towards the coffin.
Seeing Lin Chen bow to the coffin, Feng Jiu mocked, "The person is already dead, what's the use of you paying respects to him?"
Lin Chen rolled his eyes at Feng Jiu, "You just don't understand, do you? In our Chinese culture, the dead are of utmost importance. Looking at the characters on the coffin, this should be a Chinese martial artist. Besides, we're the ones stepping into his tomb, disturbing him, so paying respects is only right."
"Can't understand you humans at all." Feng Jiu shook his head helplessly.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, two small boxes suddenly popped out from the side of the coffin.
The appearance of these two small boxes clearly triggered some mechanism.
