In the eyes filled with burning anticipation, the emerald and icy Jade Coffin slowly opened.
The coffin seemed to hold ten-thousand-year-old ice within, and upon contact with the warm air of the chamber, wisps of smoke began to emerge.
Zuzi stood closest to the Jade Coffin, her gauze skirt shrouded in icy mist, giving her an extraordinarily ethereal aura that was beyond worldly, making everyone freeze in astonishment.
How can a woman be this beautiful, this celestial?!
Nangong Mo dropped his usual playful and lazy expression, his gaze grew more grave and focused. His long fingers brushed his lips, and for a fleeting moment, he felt the urge to turn this woman's face and take a closer look.
Who exactly is she?
This woman, how did she have the ability to open the coffin, she actually did it.
This is absolutely not something humans can accomplish.
Could she be…
No, impossible, he has seen her many times, seen her face, it's not the face from his memories.
