Chapter 935: What’s Theirs is Ours

All the elders in the five coffins were old ladies. Their hair was completely white while their skin was covered in wrinkles and spots.

The woman in the furthest coffin opened her eyes, stiffly reached out her hands, and pushed open the crystal coffin lid. She sat up and took a deep breath of the air in this world.

All of the blue liquid trickled down her body and eventually converged into the coffin to form a calm water surface. There wasn't a single drop of liquid on her body, and her skin was only slightly moist.

She took in deep breaths as her eyes roamed around the room before focusing her attention on the chief of the Temple of Heaven. The muscles on her face twitched a few times and then she stretched out her hands to rub her cheeks and throat.

She subsequently started to speak with an extremely hoarse voice that sounded like two pieces of wood rubbing together, "Qing Dian, how long has it been?"