The three of them kind of looked to the female cultivator as their leader.
The female cultivator was wearing a plain hemp dress. Her head was wrapped in a white cloth, and she was dressed as if she was in mourning. Her features were very exquisite, but if one looked carefully, she did not have any human aura around her. She looked like a moving female corpse.
She was smaller than an ordinary woman, but she carried an exquisite coffin on her back.
It was unknown what material that coffin was made of. It was completely black and judging from its size, it could hold at least three people. The coffin was covered with amulets and was tightly locked with a few chains.
Even so, when the female cultivator approached, Pei Ling could still hear dull slapping sounds coming from the black coffin. One, another, and another. There was also the sharp sound of fingernails scratching the coffin. It made him feel suffocated in his chest and he almost got up to escape.