Taking out an elixir from the Qiankun Bag, Song Changming swallowed it, feeling a cool sensation slowly spread within his body. The medicinal power accelerated the recovery of his exhausted body.
He glanced at the undead corpse that had been burning for a long time until it gradually turned black, and only then did Song Changming feel at ease.
His gaze then fell upon the high platform at the innermost part of the ancient tomb.
The ancient coffin still lay quietly, with no motion coming from it.
"I'll go." Song Changping stopped the still slightly weak Song Changming and stepped forward without further ado.
Song Chang'an stayed protective at Song Changming's side, as they both noticed his exhaustion.
However, in reality, Song Changming wasn't so weak that he lost his combat capability; he still had self-preservation abilities.
"Second Brother, let's go and take a look, too." Song Changming said, signaling Song Chang'an to be at ease as he was fine.
