"You know me?" the woman asked, emotionless. "If you save me, even bring me out of the Desolate Ancient World, I will be yours. I'll do anything for you."
"What should I do to save you?" Ye Mo asked.
He didn't know if this woman was a friend or foe. Since he knew nothing, he decided to find out more about what was going on.
"I'm greatly afraid of fire," the woman replied, still emotionless. "You have to remove the lava on top of the blood pool for me, then I'll be able to leave."
"Why were you imprisoned here in the first place?" Ye Mo asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I've been locked in here from the moment I woke up. If you break me out of here, I will be yours."
"Cough, cough," an aged voice rang out in the room. "She was dead. I took pity on her and resurrected her."
A white-haired old woman walked out of the Blood Palace. She held a crutch, walking unsteadily, body stooped low.