The sunlight outside passed through the tied-up curtains and shone into the temple's depths, barely allowing Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao to see the person in the coffin.
He had long black hair and wore a white linen shirt. He was as thin as a skeleton that resembled a corpse that had been smeared with preservatives and desiccated for many years.
In such a state, Jiang Baimian couldn't tell what his true appearance was like.
It was like a skull. Without using a computer to do restoration work, one could only determine if he was abnormal or atavistic. She couldn't tell if he was handsome or not.
If not for the fact that she could sense a weak electric signal and confirm that the other party still had biological activity, Jiang Baimian would only believe that this was a mummy that hadn't rotten due to the special environment and not a so-called sleeping deity.
