Yun Hao and Yu Longting similarly harnessed the advantages of ectothermic animals.
The palm holding my wrist gradually warmed, gently lifting my body as our pace suddenly quickened, "Snake Servant, from the coffin on the mountain, push it down."
"Whose coffin is this? It looks rather lavish," I remarked as Yun Hao quickly led me to the front of the vehicle.
A huge and imposing coffin lay across the middle of the railroad.
The coffin, painted red, no longer revealed the texture of the wood.
There was no ancient wear of earthy burial on its surface, yet it was far from a frivolous modern craft.
It exuded a sensation of traversing through time and antiquity, ever new as the ages passed.
Beneath the red paint base, it was decorated with golden lacquer depicting odd patterns, many of which were variants of ancient beasts. I scrutinized for a while before noticing that the four sides of the coffin were adorned with the four Divine Beasts.
