And all these members of the Dead Spirit Clan fell into a state of suspended animation, waiting for the right moment, waiting for the opportunity to come again.
The woman in the gauzy dress looked at Ye Feng and then smiled, a smile so sweet, like a ray of sunshine that could melt ice and snow, like a spring breeze that could soothe wounds, making one feel incredibly comfortable.
The woman in the gauzy dress smiled at Ye Feng: "Hello, I am the Holy Daughter of the White Death Spirit Clan. You can call me Ling'er!"
Ye Feng nodded slightly and then uttered two words: "Ye Feng..."
Ling'er smiled faintly and then murmured to herself: "Ye Feng, huh? It's a really nice name..." Ling'er looked at Ye Feng and curiously asked, "Ye Feng, why did you come to this Nine Nether Great Tomb and awaken me?"
