The Immortal Spirit Qi that had been swirling around her body was now completely drawn inside.
The one who had awoken was Jocelyn Grant.
She reached out, pushed open the lid of the Ice Coffin, and sat up.
Jocelyn Grant raised a hand, a smile spreading across her face.
"Wonderful! I'm finally free from that palm-sized puppet." 'That whole experience was truly unbearable.'
"It's a shame I can't fully merge with this body just yet."
'For some reason, this body seems to be rejecting me.'
'But that's no real obstacle. I just need to cultivate for a while to stabilize myself. Once I'm familiar with it, this rejection will surely vanish.'
"This body's aptitude for cultivation is incredible."
'I suppose this was a blessing in disguise.'
Jocelyn Grant's brow furrowed slightly.
