"Stele?" Yelu Ying looked at the coffin with surprise and asked, "What stele?"
Ye Qing did not speak but instead reached out to tap the coffin, whispering, "Step back a bit, I'll open the coffin and we'll see!"
"This..." Yelu Ying was hesitant. After all, this was her ancestor's coffin; how could she let it be opened?
But in the end, she didn't stop Ye Qing. After all, they came here to uncover the secrets within the tomb, and she also wanted to know what was actually inside the coffin. Could there be a stele just as Ye Qing said?
Ye Qing used the scabbard of the Ancestor of Miao Dao to pry open the coffin lid a bit, then placed the scabbard aside, spread his arms, and firmly grasped the coffin lid. Taking a deep breath, Ye Qing lifted it with effort, moving the gold-adorned coffin lid.
Yelu Ying stood nearby watching, and when Ye Qing moved the coffin lid, she immediately walked over for a look.
"Oh my God!" Yelu Ying gasped, her face full of disbelief.
