Li Xiaoyao walked to the front of the coffin, his gaze shifting to its interior.
Inside the coffin, there was nothing but emptiness—void of any person.
Seeing this, Li Xiaoyao couldn't help being stunned.
No one?
"How can there be no one?" Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask.
A trace of sorrow flashed through Yi Yi's eyes as she said, "With a cultivation level like that of our master's, he had long since achieved an undying body. Even more powerful immortals wouldn't be able to kill our master. As long as our master retained a trace of consciousness, a wisp of his soul, he would be immortal."
