C168 Fake Corpse

The chill receded like a retreating tide, and Qiao Gao's body lost its rigidity, warmth flooding through him. He looked up at the stone coffin suspended from the ceiling by chains of Talisman Gold, a perpetual lamp burning above it. "This must be a tomb that a mighty warrior fashioned for himself," he observed.

At his words, Hwang Ningxue's eyes widened in astonishment