Exiting the Shen Family's ancestral hall, Yang Fei pondered the familiar aura he sensed earlier from within the Myriad Life Coffin and couldn't help but ask Shen Wanjing, "Senior Brother Shen, what material is this Myriad Life Coffin made of?"
Shen Wanjing glanced at him and chuckled, "What, are you thinking of crafting such a coffin yourself?"
Yang Fei shook his head and said, "No, but when I interacted with the Myriad Life Coffin, I felt a sense of familiarity."
Shen Wanjing appeared surprised, scrutinizing Yang Fei with puzzled eyes, "Really?"
Yang Fei thought carefully, then nodded, "Indeed, I can feel a familiar aura from it."
Shen Wanjing's expression changed subtly, "Have you seen Myriad Life Wood?"
Yang Fei suddenly understood.
He hadn't seen Myriad Life Wood before, nor had he even heard of it, but as soon as Shen Wanjing mentioned Myriad Life Wood, it reminded him of the Ancient Jianmu.
