"Who are you?"
Just as Li Shuangyan and the others sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly drifted down from the sky. The unexpected words startled them so much that they leaped to their feet.
Only then did Li Shuangyan and the others realize that at some unknown point, the Wooden Coffin hanging from the cliff had opened. A person was sitting inside.
A man sat inside the Wooden Coffin. He wore a suit of armor, though it was now dull and lightless. Terrifyingly, the chest plate was shattered—and not just the armor, for his chest had been pierced clean through! Judging by the shattered remnants, the blow must have been unimaginably dreadful.
Though his chest was pierced, it did not diminish his impressive bearing. The man was tall and imposing, with brows like swords and a face like the moon. It was clear that he must have been an exceptionally handsome man in his time.
