In the little world, just as Wei Fan widened his eyes, the woman sitting inside the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod suddenly opened her eyes as well, and the two immediately locked gazes.
"She's alive!"
Wei Fan's heart trembled. Was this an evil spirit, or was it a person who had lived from seventy to eighty thousand years ago until now?
Either situation was incredibly shocking.
He hurriedly looked at the panel, but it didn't react, which meant that it wasn't an evil spirit. The woman before him was a real, living person.
The woman's eyes were first confused, and then gradually gained focus.
In the next moment, she stood up from her seated position and stepped out of the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod.
"Someone?" Mu Feng and Feng Hua's expressions drastically changed outside the hall, feeling their scalps tingle.
A figure suddenly appeared in a dao field buried underground for seventy to eighty thousand years; anyone's first reaction would be to think it was an evil spirit.
