Outside the circular palatial building, the severed hand sauntered around like a tourist on a sightseeing tour. Every now and then, it would pause to take a look at Wang Yanyi like a curious little cat.

Wang Yanyi sat on the steps outside the building, cradling his rusty sword while he languished in bewilderment.

What was going on inside the sarcophagus right now, he could not tell.

He had never felt so worthless and helpless before since he ...