Seeing Saintess Tianxuan suddenly open her eyes, Yang Zhen was scared witless, feeling every hair on his body stand on end; he almost rushed forward to slap her across the face.
That was terrifying! An ancient saint who had been asleep for tens of thousands of years had suddenly opened her eyes.
He didn't dare move, he really didn't!
Yang Zhen stood frozen, like a wooden chicken, as Saintess Tianxuan stared straight at him. After a long while, he swallowed a gulp of saliva, raised his arm, and waved his hand, offering a greeting with the most harmless smile and voice,"You're awake, little sister?"
There was no response; Saintess Tianxuan just kept staring at Yang Zhen.
He didn't know if it was because the sound didn't carry well in this ancient world, or if the ice coffin had good sound-proofing, but either way, Saintess Tianxuan did not respond to Yang Zhen.
The next moment, Yang Zhen suddenly noticed something strange.
