"Whose tomb is this?"
Qiao Hai looked at the tombstone, his brow immediately furrowing.
The densely packed characters on it looked like some kind of ancient script; Qiao Hai couldn't recognize a single one.
However, he could tell that this probably wasn't a tombstone.
Generally speaking, the format of a tombstone's content is obvious, engraved with the deceased's name, place of birth, and relevant achievements.
But on this stone slab, rows upon rows of mysterious ancient script covered the entire surface.
"There must be burial goods in the coffin!"
Qiao Hai hadn't found any other treasures, so his gaze fell upon the coffin.
Although opening the coffin would be disrespectful to a Yunxiao Sect senior, Qiao Hai couldn't be bothered with such things when his own interests were at stake. Besides, no one else would know.
Qiao Hai and the blue-haired woman slowly stepped into the gloomy, dark hall.
Qiao Hai's hand touched the coffin.
