Zhuo Qing snorted: "You said something sensible."
"Ah...Leader Zhuo, you do have deep prejudices against me."
Ning Ziheng, speaking as he moved, reached the coffin and placed his hand on the coffin lid.
"What do you intend to do?"
Zhuo Qing's brow slightly furrowed.
"Leader Zhuo has labored much tonight, after sparring with the Nameless Taoist, you must be exhausted.
"And then witnessed the tragic downfall of the Vice Alliance Hierarch, surely it must have shaken your spirit.
"How can we open the coffin now to see the dead?
"Wouldn't it be ominous?
"In comparison, I have not exerted myself tonight, and feel rather ashamed.
"This trifling matter of opening the coffin, let me handle it."
"Ning Ziheng! What do you mean?"
Zhuo Qing's expression changed drastically: "I, Zhuo Qing, failed to protect my master, and deserve death, I admit that.
"But your words, are you suggesting that the Nameless Taoist, who assassinated the Vice Alliance Hierarch, is now inside this coffin?
