The ice flower is not a native flower in nature, but a creation of the ice elves, or the world tree, and the most representative servant of it is the last princess.
This makes people think of many things.
What if, like them, the princess died...
"Now, can you please listen carefully?" Yi Xue's cold voice echoed faintly in the underground space.
Although the ghosts present were unable to answer, they sent out messages of recognition one after another.
In response, Yi Xue waved her hand again, melting the ice flowers and dispersing the ice mist.
"Respected sir, may I ask who you are?" Someone finally began to ask about Yi Xue's identity.
"Such strength, and that unique ice flower..." They speculated, but did not dare to believe it. After all, it had been thousands of years.
"Yes, it's me, the remains of Iseglin after her death. You can think of me as her continuation, but I am no longer the same as her."
As she spoke, the ghost princess gradually turned from virtual to real and became clearly visible.
A beautiful and graceful figure slowly took shape. The intricate dress adorned with flowers and the delicate and graceful laurel wreath on her head all carried the luxurious and extremely complicated style of the elves in the First Age.
Light pink and white irises were pinned in her hair, and her long skirt was dotted with layer upon layer of flowers. The fabric, softer than silk and moonlight, wrapped around her moving figure. In the middle of her fair chest, a diamond-shaped gem was dotted, reflecting off her skin and face, creating a dreamlike feeling.
Looking at this strange yet extremely familiar figure, many ghosts fell into a stagnation.
Shock, surprise, ecstasy, uneasiness, intimacy, anticipation, panic, all kinds of emotions hit them like huge waves, making it difficult for them to calm down.
At this moment, they had so many questions to ask: how had this princess been reincarnated and resurrected, how had she survived through thousands of years, and what did her presence here mean? So many questions and thoughts began to collide, sparking countless associations and reveries.
"Come one by one. I think I'll have plenty of time to talk with you tonight."
Sweeping her eyes over the ghosts present, Yi Xue Gelin slowly sat down on the throne made of ice flowers and began to ask questions and understand them one by one.
This goes on until the starry night outside returns, day after day.
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