Inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, the moment Nalan Ziyun appeared and opened her eyes, she saw a huge coffin placed right in front of her. A shiver ran down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
"You bastard!"
Without a second thought, Nalan Ziyun kicked out, shattering the coffin into pieces.
"My coffin! My precious coffin..."
The Ghost King, like a wisp of smoke, emerged from Shen Lang's body and began to wail incessantly.
His mournful voice, so full of sorrow it could make it snow in June, was enough to make even the four Bone Demons want to cry.
This was the third coffin of the Ghost King's that Nalan Ziyun had destroyed.
The Ghost King had obediently given up on coffins after Nalan Ziyun had domineeringly smacked him into mist and warned him.
But later, the scoundrel figured Nalan Ziyun wouldn't be entering the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron anytime soon. After thinking it over and over, he couldn't control his desire and built another one.
