C1459 Great Evil Spirit

Half a day had slipped by, yet Pei Junlin remained doggedly on the heels of the black coffin. The enigmatic coffin was losing patience, its lid quivering violently as if it could barely contain what was inside.

Try as it might to shake off Pei Junlin, he clung on with unyielding tenacity. Though flight was impossible for him in the enshrouded forest