Jiang Xinli stood in place and frowned.
The young man's groans were too faint; she couldn't tell who it was.
But whoever it was, they were in the Sea Clan Holy Tomb—
'Could it be the long-lost Prince Cthulhu, or maybe Xue Yin?'
She pondered for a moment, extending a Dodder Flower Vine to slowly probe toward the source of the groans.
She couldn't see anyone, but she smelled the faint scent of woody pheromones and the strong stench of blood.
Jiang Xinli scanned her surroundings, pulled a sharp dagger from her Space Ring, and walked lightly toward the source of the sound.
The fog grew thicker, and the air around her became damp.
She stopped short, her heart pounding.
Three giant crystal coffins, arranged like a medal podium, appeared at the end of the crystal path.
They rested on bases several meters high, placing them much higher than the coffins on either side.
Solemn, majestic.
From the tops of the coffins, shadowy black "roots" dangled.
