Lin Xuan's gaze pierced through the crowd, looking towards the back.
In a corner, there was a green-haired man, wearing a cold smile, his eyes emitting a green, ghostly glow.
Lin Xuan had never seen this person before, but he was very familiar with the aura emanating from the man.
The aura of the green-haired man was the same as that of the bronze coffin under the Blood-colored Palace, both making his heart palpitate.
"Could it be that the person in the coffin is alive?" Lin Xuan's face was clouded with uncertainty.
"Brother Lin, what's wrong?" Tong Yu asked from the side.
"It's nothing," Lin Xuan recovered his composure, but when he turned his head again, he found that the green-haired man had disappeared.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he followed the crowd into the Tong Mansion.
In front of them was a group of elders, most of whose gazes fell on him.
"Greetings to all the elders," Lin Xuan bowed.