The Frost Emperor in white, accompanied by three Saint Kings of the Celestial Tribe and the Saint Master, entered the Secret Hall.
Upon seeing the stone coffin in the hall, a myriad of emotions seemed to emerge in the eyes of the Frost Emperor.
"I had told you long ago, Jiang Xue is too powerful, she could only be dealt with in the shadows, not to be confronted head-on. You wouldn't listen, insisting on striking her a final blow while she was grievously injured..."
"Who would have expected, that vile woman, even in death, still gravely wounded you!"
She murmured to herself.
At this moment, she remembered countless epochs ago...
Back then, she was the daughter of a tribal chieftain, almost meeting her death when her tribe was annihilated in an attack from a different race...
But, a white-clad woman descended from the skies, single-handedly slaughtering all the enemies from the Ancient Clan...
Jiang Xue!