Emperor Ying Xiaohui's expression grew stern. With a swift and decisive motion, he stood up and strode toward the ancient coffin, his robes billowing to reveal the majestic authority of an emperor. He raised a hand to gently stroke the coffin lid, his touch tender yet filled with deep reverence, as though caressing the very traces of time.
With a gaze both focused and resolute, he spoke: "This coffin is my place of eternal rest; it must not be opened lightly." As his words fell, the Underground Palace seemed to grow even more solemn. The coffin stood quietly in place, as if bearing the dignity and mysterious taboos of an emperor from a thousand years ago, inviolable.
Suchen knitted his brow, his mind racing as he weighed his words. After pondering for a long time, he began to advise in a solemn and earnest tone:
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