Xuexue got up from the ground and walked around the Elder's coffin a few times, even knocking on it, producing a crisp sound. At first glance, she thought this large red coffin was made of wood, but now she knew it wasn't.
"Elder, this coffin is so sturdy. What material is it made of?"
"It's made of specially crafted Mysterious Iron." The Elder gritted his teeth as he spoke: "This turtle shell has tortured me immensely. Just carrying it, the noise was so loud that it scared even the mice away. I nearly starved to death."
If the coffin and chains weren't specially made, he would have long broken free and wouldn't have spent decades in this cold underground palace, wasting so much of his youth.
Xuexue finally understood why the Elder had sent the Thin Man to steal the treasured sword. It was to break free from the turtle shell on his back.
