The sixth level of the crypt was empty, yet every step taken was extremely cautious, fearing that something might be missed.
Finally, everyone saw the corpse sitting at the center of the crypt.
It was preserved far better than Lin Tian had imagined, with skin still white and even body hair vividly present. If it weren't for the fact that this crypt had lain unopened for hundreds of years, one might think this person was simply meditating.
This person appeared to be around eighty years old, dressed in a gray robe suited for practice, with silver-white hair still thick. His face was full of wrinkles, yet even with his eyes closed, radiated a natural aura of authority.
Just... why does this person look somewhat familiar?
Suddenly, Wang bent his knees and knelt in front of him. Wang Sijing, seeing this, followed suit without asking questions.
