Beneath the cross was a coffin made of ice.
Qiao Nian followed Jiang Chi in. He stopped in front of the ice coffin.
Qiao Nian looked at Jiang Chi in confusion. Following his gaze, she saw a man lying in the coffin. That man's face was identical to Jiang Chi's.
However, that man's face was snow-white and lifeless. He looked like he had been dead for many years.
He was beautiful. Beautiful as a picture.
He lay in the ice coffin like a sleeping beauty.
Jiang Chi held back the tears in his eyes and looked at the person in the coffin. He said softly, "He's my younger brother, Jiang Cheng."
Qiao Nian could tell that Jiang Chi's voice was hoarse. Standing beside him, she could also feel the grief emanating from his body.
It was rumored that the Black Hell King was heartless. It seemed that the rumors could not be completely believed.
