There was a naturally-formed glass window outside and one could clearly see what was inside the altar through the mirror.
Everyone stood in front of the glass window, with Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng at the front. Meng Lu looked at his son, Meng Che. "Che 'er, open the altar door and let the crystal coffin come down."
"Yes, Father." Meng Che took out the key from his waist and opened the altar door.
Lu Jinwen's deep almond-shaped eyes glanced at the key in Meng Che's hand. His gaze was as cold as a knife, but he acted as though nothing had happened. He turned his head around nonchalantly.
The altar door opened and the crystal coffin slowly came down.
The entire place was so silent that even the sound of a pin dropping on the ground could be heard clearly.
Lin Xuanji was lying in the crystal coffin.
Lin Xuanji had finally appeared.
This woman who had always been shrouded in a mysterious veil, the woman who caused Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng to fight so fiercely all those years ago, had finally appeared.
Tang Mo 'er stood beside Jun Mosheng. She hadn't spoken much ever since she came to Miaojiang. All she wanted was to see her mother.
Her mother.
Her hands were clenched into fists by her sides. She held her breath.
Thud. The crystal coffin fell onto the ground.
Tang Mo 'er looked around and saw a pretty figure lying quietly in the crystal coffin. She was dressed in a red dress, just like she had been many years ago. Her silky black hair was scattered in a languid and flirtatious manner, revealing a delicate and alluring face.
Hiss.
Someone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Lin Siyu's hand fell onto the ground. She looked at the woman in the crystal coffin in shock. Her black pupils dilated and contracted. No, it was impossible.
How could it be?
So many years had passed. Even people like Lu Jinwen and Jun Mosheng, who were favored by the heavens and had no signs of aging on their faces, would still have wrinkles on their faces.
But Lin Xuanji looked exactly the same as she did many years ago. It was as though time had frozen on her body.
Lu Jinwen looked at the woman in the crystal coffin. His handsome face revealed a stunned expression. He was stunned.
His deep almond-shaped eyes narrowed as he stared at the woman in shock.
Was it because the glass was too bright, or was it because his vision was too good? Or was it because she was still as full and lively as she was many years ago? She had a soft and charming little face, two delicate willowy eyebrows, a delicate little nose, and a bright red little mouth. Under the illumination of the light, her face exuded a glossy luster, like jelly.
How old is she?
Calculating her age, she should be in her forties, but she was like a rose blooming in the morning dew, bright and beautiful.
All of his memories rewound to many years ago, when she jumped into the sea in a red dress, and her beautiful appearance that could turn all living things upside down.
She actually … did not age.
Everyone was stunned. Jun Mosheng even placed both hands on the glass window, his gentle almond-shaped eyes filled with tenderness.
He had never married in his life, and the person he yearned for was the person in front of him.
She was exactly the same as he remembered.
Lin Xuanji lay quietly in the crystal coffin. She did not know what was happening outside. She just lay there day after day, quietly and peacefully, unaware of the passage of time.
"Mr Lu, Mr Jun, I've already brought you to see the Holy Lady." Meng Lu smiled.
Inside, Meng Che raised the crystal coffin, and then closed the altar door with a "bang".
Lin Xuanji disappeared from everyone's sight, as though the glimpse just now was just an illusion.
Jun Mosheng retracted his gaze and looked at Meng Lu. "High Priest Meng, if we want to take the Holy Lady away, will you agree?"
Meng Lu's expression instantly changed, and even his voice became colder. "Mr Jun, why do you say such a thing? This is the Holy Lady of the Miao Tribe, and she can guarantee the safety of the Miao Tribe for a hundred years. How can we let you take her away? "
"High Priest Meng …"
"Enough, don't mention such things again!" Meng Lu's attitude was very firm.
At this moment, Meng Che stepped forward and mediated. "Mr Lu, Mr Jun, we've already prepared a sumptuous dinner, let's have dinner first."
Tang Mo 'er slowly regained her senses. In fact, she was still immersed in the shocking scene she had just seen. That was her mother!
Her mother was so beautiful.
She was exactly the same as what she had imagined.
There was probably no one more beautiful than her mother in this world.
"Uncle Jun, let's have dinner first." Tang Mo 'er looked at Jun Mosheng and said softly.
This was Miaojiang, Meng Lu's territory. Moreover, Miaojiang was not like the Central Plains, and the terrain was very rugged and dangerous. If they wanted to take Lin Xuanji away from Meng Lu's territory, they had to think about it carefully.
Jun Mosheng nodded. "Alright."
…
Everyone returned the way they came, and at this moment, they arrived at the Passion River.
Everyone stopped in their tracks. They were all very curious about the romantic Passion River.
"High Priest Meng, is the Passion River the only way to the altar?" Tang Mo 'er asked.
Meng Lu nodded. "Yes."
"Is the Passion River really that powerful?" Tang Mo 'er looked at the Passion River. The water here was very clear, and she could even see the colorful stones at the bottom. It was very beautiful.
To the naked eye, this river was no different from an ordinary one.
"This Passion Water isn't a legend. It's real. For people who have feelings of love between a man and a woman, this Passion Water is also differentiated. If it's just shallow love, the corrosive effect won't be strong. If it's deep love, then …"
"Then what?" Tang Mo 'er asked.
"If it's the most unforgettable love in this world, when the Passion River drips on the skin, it will cut off your flesh and make you suffer the most excruciating pain in this world."
True love would bring about the most excruciating pain.
At this moment, Lin Siyu's eyes lit up, and she suddenly laughed. "Mr Lu, do you still love Lin Xuanji?"
This question was directed at Lu Jinwen.
Jun Mosheng and Tang Mo 'er's gaze shifted to Lu Jinwen's handsome face. He was expressionless, and didn't say a word.
He was even more silent than usual, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Did he love Lin Xuanji?
If he had loved her in the past, did he still love her now?
Jun Mosheng gently curved his lips. "Miss Lin, you really don't understand Young Master Lu. Young Master Lu is cold and heartless, and he's the most heartless emperor. How could he fall in love with Xuanji?"
With that, Jun Mosheng looked at Lu Jinwen. "Young Master Lu, we've all experienced your means. You've been indifferent your entire life, and you're not close to your parents, and you're not close to Mo 'er either. How could you fall in love with Xuanji?
"How about this, since you're already an emotionless person, you can try the water in the Passion River. You definitely won't be burned."
Jun Mosheng wanted Lu Jinwen to try the water in the Passion River.
Everyone's gazes were focused on them, and they were all anticipating a good show.
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