Entering the black hall was no easy feat for Li Dai. She could not understand how she had passed through the grand gates so effortlessly; everything about it felt highly unusual. Once inside, she found herself in a strange hall. Candlesticks stood in the corners, holding dim, flickering flames. It was as if they had been burning for an eternity and would never extinguish, remaining unaffected even as they wavered.
Draped from the ceiling were strips of white cloth, swaying in the air like a scene from a funeral.
In the very center, thick iron chains hung from the vaulted ceiling, suspending a pitch-black coffin. It was, in fact, strangely familiar in shape. If one ignored the material, it was nearly identical to the stone coffin she held in her spatial storage.
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