Summary
I guarded that coffin by the edge of the abyss for three years. Everyone said that once the Demon Lord inside emerged, I would be the first to die. But on the day the seal cracked, he crawled out of the black coffin dragging a mass of chains, only to kneel before me. He pressed my hand-covered in paper ash-against his throat and pleaded in a raspy voice, “Ji Jianqing, choose me. Don’t choose my death.”