The coffin lid was lifted, and the flickering light and shadows from the woods pierced into Sang Que's eyes. She raised her hand to shield them, feeling the dampness of the air and hearing the various bird calls echoing one after another.
Qiao Ling's familiar voice held a teasing tone, "You woke up just in time. We just entered Yunzhou territory yesterday."
As Sang Que's eyes adjusted to the brightness outside and her vision gradually cleared, she sat in the coffin, seeing Qiao Ling with her arms crossed, a Ghost Vendor with one eye carrying a load, and Cheng Ge sitting on the cart shaft. A small yellow-brown snake with horns on its head poked out of Cheng Ge's collar, hissing at her.
Sang Que looked around. The twilight spilled through the branches and leaves of the tall trees, vines intertwined, and all around were gigantic exotic flowers and plants. Colorful spiders and poisonous insects occasionally moved through the forest.
