The ice coffin shattered, the silver-haired woman floated up, her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of pupil-less ice-blue eyes, with ancient runes flowing like a galaxy inside.
"Eight hundred years..." The woman's voice was like the friction of eternal ice, "Finally waiting for the blood of the same source." She slowly raised her hand, and the wound on Lian Meng's arm suddenly burst with excruciating pain, a line of blood forcibly drawn out, transforming into a crimson thread wrapping around the woman's fingertips.
Lu Rui swung his knife at the blood thread, but the blade was blocked by an ice wall that formed out of thin air: "Bastard! Let her go!"
The woman paid no heed, only gazing at Lian Meng: "Good child, do you know why women of the Si Family never live past twenty-five?" Her fingertip lightly tugged, and the blood thread abruptly tightened, "Because we are all 'vessels'... for today, to let the true Ice Phoenix Goddess be reborn!"
