In Feng Yichen's eyes, the Taoist Ancestor who rose from the stone coffin was nothing more than a skeleton frame.
But at this moment, in Jiang Shouzhong's eyes, the figure before him was a living, breathing person.
White hair and youthful features, crowned with a Star Crown, holding a horsetail whisk, snow-white eyebrows and beard hanging long on both sides, dressed in a simple Taoist robe, exuding an aura of transcendence with every gesture and movement.
This presence was worthy of the title "Taoist Ancestor."
"Not bad, not bad. I never expected Zhenxuan Mountain to produce such a perceptive disciple. Finally, I, the Old Ancestor… can leap out of my coffin."
The Taoist Ancestor looked Jiang Shouzhong over with a satisfied smile.
Jiang Shouzhong, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded.
Previously, whenever the dead would "come back to life," it was merely in a mechanical manner to answer questions.
