Zi Ling's expression carried a thread of unmistakable nervousness as she uncovered the coffin lid.
Li Qing could tell that she was actually a bit nervous too.
She probably also worried that once the lid was opened, what lay inside would be nothing more than a dried-up skeleton.
A resonant clang of metal echoed slowly through the valley as the heavy lid of the coffin gradually opened a crack.
A visage of icy beauty slowly revealed itself in front of them, her skin fair, her hair pitch black, dressed in a pristine white Liuxian Skirt identical to the one Zi Ling was wearing, the whole image reminiscent of a haughty celestial maiden.
This corpse didn't look like it had been slumbering for a thousand years at all, more like it had just fallen asleep.
"Is that you?" Li Qing whispered in shock.
Suddenly, the eyes of the woman in the coffin opened, "It's me!"
