If the one laid in that sarcophagus was the well- known founder of Taiping Taoism--- the leader of Radicals of the Yellow Scarves Rebellion, it might be the most powerful ‘person’ that Luo Qiu had ever seen.
His peaceful daily life had occupied by diversified oddities. This time, meeting with the famous historical figure probably meant that they would meet him again in the future.
That was Luo Qiu’s prediction.
Luo Qiu looked over this figure thoroughly. His split vision swept over Cai Wenji’s soul, whom had immeasurable fear to the evil Taoist Zhang Jiao.
She was quite a beauty with classical charm, yet her current expression was not very good.
And now, Gao Rui’s soul had already been absorbed into that stone coffin for a period of time. Luo Qiu reached for the cover of the coffin.
Nevertheless, at the moment he was about to touch it, dazzling cyan light shot out from the gaps furiously.
It lightened up everything nearby in a split second!
