At the moment of clearly seeing the scene inside the coffin, Qin Tian was stunned.
Lying inside the ice coffin was not some monster or treasure he imagined, but a human!
The person had their eyes tightly shut, with ice-blue long hair spread across the ice crystal pillow, tiny ice crystals congealed among the strands, emitting a faint glow.
Their appearance was impeccably delicate, eyebrows like distant mountains, lips like ice crystals, skin so fair it was almost transparent, not a pore in sight, with a pale blue dot at the center of the brow, like a naturally formed mark.
If not for the overly flat chest, just by looking at the face, Qin Tian would have definitely thought this was a woman.
Seeing this appearance, the tension in Qin Tian's heart slightly eased.
