"Look over here!" someone suddenly shouted from behind.
The group turned to see a person standing before an icy cave, waving sandalwood flame qi excitedly, as if he had made some sort of discovery.
This drew everyone over quickly.
The entrance of the icy cave twisted and descended, leading into an interior space that was not small.
At least a dozen people could easily fit inside.
In the center, there was an icy bed, upon which lay a heap of assorted clothes.
Seated cross-legged was a man in armor, with messy long hair and beard.
He appeared dried up and frost-covered.
He was undeniably a corpse.
The group gathered closer to take a look.
Someone curiously remarked, "Looks like a contingent from the Heavenly Court."
Someone else pointed at the design of the armor’s clasps, noting, “This isn’t from the current dynasty, seems like it's from the previous one.”
That statement left everyone in a silent pause.
Bian Weiying tilted her head thoughtfully, then reached out and picked up a garment lying in front of the frozen corpse.
Only then did the group notice faint inscriptions on the garment.
It's something only a woman’s keen eye would catch.