As the door opened, Song Yan saw a pair of eyes as calm as ancient wells.
He squinted slightly, but those eyes remained unmoved.
When the door was fully open, the owner of those eyes stood up.
Song Yan's pupils contracted tightly.
If it were a Netherworld creature or a monster appearing here, no matter how terrifying, he wouldn't be surprised.
But it was nothing like that. The person standing up was someone he knew.
White robes flowing, with a cold and disdainful demeanor, the surroundings radiated a faint aura, two long sleeves covering wide sleeves, and a pair of immortal eyes capturing the Spiritual Qi of creation.
Song Yan remembered the last time he saw this woman was hundreds of years ago, through Long Yinghai, seeing the "Dragon Tomb Ancient Race" ancestor.
The ancestor of the "Dragon Tomb Ancient Race" was recognized as the strongest of the Ancient Race, even other ancestors treated her with respect and soft words.
He...
No!
