As the coffin lid was lifted, a strange fragrance suddenly flooded Lin Qiye's nostrils. He stared intently through the gap in the coffin, and when he saw what lay beneath the lid, he froze where he stood.
On the smooth black coffin lid lay a young girl dressed in a dark blue robe. Her fair skin seemed delicate enough to break at a breath, her ink-black hair framing her exquisite features. Her soft pink lips were lightly pursed, above them a delicate nose like white jade. Her long lashes trembled slightly as eyes as dazzling as stars slowly opened...
Lin Qiye stared blankly at the girl inside the coffin, his eyes filled with shock.
A person?
How could it be a person?
Lin Qiye's mental perception swept over the girl's body. Human organs, a human brain, human blood, human features... everything seemed to prove that she truly was human.
Before opening the coffin, Lin Qiye had boldly imagined what might be inside: a thousand-year-old zombie with a yellow talisman stuck to its forehead, a ghost transformed into an evil spirit, a blood corpse seething with resentment... Even if a Benbo'erba had jumped out, Lin Qiye would not have found it strange.
But instead... there was a living person inside.
What kind of person could lie inside a coffin in the Fengdu Celestial Palace for hundreds or thousands of years?
Never mind decay—there was not the slightest wrinkle on her body. Her skin was as fine as white jade, her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, and even her dark blue robe looked brand-new, spotless and untouched by dust.
Who could believe that such a young girl had been lying inside a coffin in this eerie, sinister Fengdu Celestial Palace?
The girl's gaze settled on Lin Qiye's face. Her unfocused pupils