Chen Yi casually tore a strip of burlap from the lining of his shirt and placed it over Yin Weiyin's eyes.
Realizing it was his shirt, Yin Weiyin's face flushed red, her delicate lips pressing lightly together as she gave a small tug.
"Don't take it off."
Chen Yi's voice echoed by her ear, and Yin Weiyin's hand froze mid-motion. Hesitant, she asked:
"What have you discovered?"
Chen Yi replied nonchalantly, "Some ghostly artifacts—looking at them might cloud the mind."
As his words fell, Yin Weiyin lowered her hand and quietly waited.
Chen Yi gazed intently at the corpse within the coffin, occasionally turning back to examine it more closely. Its figure resembled Yin Weiyin's, and it was dressed in the celestial robe from Taihua Mountain—the only uncertainty was the face.
Chen Yi pondered for a moment and then asked:
"Luanhuang, when is your birthday?"
"February 7th, Year of Guiwei," Yin Weiyin responded, "Dragon King's Day—the day to worship the Dragon King."
