Half an hour later, Wang Zikai sat on the ground panting, covered in mud and drenched in sweat.0

It would've been easy for him to make a hole in the ground with a punch, but to avoid damaging the tomb and coffin, he had no choice but to use the machete as a shovel, making the task exponentially harder.0

It wasn't that Gao Yang didn't want to help, but disturbing his own grandfather's grave felt morally reprehensible. And Qing Ling simply didn't want to, hiding behind the excuse that she was the deceased man's granddaughter-in-law.1

Thus, Wang Zikai endured the task alone. Finally, he dug all the way down and lifted the coffin out of the hole.1

Gao Yang had them back away while he carefully opened the coffin, protected by the Golden Armor.0

There was no threat inside,...0