Qin Mu looked at that coffin, and the coffin was suspended in the air without touching the ground. The multicolored rays in the surroundings just floated here and there around the coffin and the stone well. It was very tranquil.
It was as if everything here had stopped, and no other voices could be heard. The pitch-black coffin hung there and faced the well directly.
The multicolored rays were coming out from the well, and they were very light and faint.
Qin Mu asked suspiciously, "Xing An, the coffin hasn't been opened yet, so where did you pick up that token from?"
The coffin was still bound by the chains and wasn't open yet. Other than the black coffin and the well, there was nothing else, so he was a little puzzled.
Xing An placed down the chest, and the chest opened up with a clack.
"The token was placed on top of the coffin."
