"The tomb of the old traitor Sima Yi sure does look comfortable!"
"Indeed, even though we may not be fond of Sima Yi, his abode is surprisingly clean and tidy!"
"Let us see what the stone platform ahead holds. If it is placed in front of the coffin, it must contain something valuable. That is what I believe, at least. What do you all think?"
Covering a few dozen meters, Luo Feng took nearly twenty to thirty minutes to arrive at the stone platform in front of the coffin.
The stone platform, approximately as tall as a seven to eight-year-old child, stood about sixty centimeters high.
On closer inspection, Luo Feng noticed clusters of something on either side.
However, his gaze quickly landed on a box that was placed on top.
The box rested on a slab of rosewood, square in shape, with each side half a meter in length.
Half a meter high as well.
Luo Feng hypothesized that anything positioned here had to be of high value.
