"I need to wait, probably about three more hours, and then it will be almost perfect. At that time, it will be my moment to head to the Emperor Soul Clan."
Zhou Yan spoke as if entrusting someone with an orphan, his words remarkably heroic.
Lee Ran's fist suddenly clenched, his body trembling slightly, but he didn't try to dissuade Zhou Yan. Instead, he said, "I already know what you intend to do. Remember, at any moment, don't forget your intent and don't forget your origin."
"If you truly fail, leaving a trace of your origin is not a mistake."
"Take this with you."
As Lee Ran spoke, a blood crystal coffin suddenly appeared in his palm. This crystal coffin, bright red like blood and dazzlingly bright, was obviously no ordinary object.
"This..."
At Zhou Yan's level, there weren't many things he couldn't see through.
But this blood crystal coffin was completely inscrutable, incomprehensible to him.
