Under the guidance of You Ruhui, An Jing arrived at the site of the Dragon People skeleton.
The dragon skeleton measured nine zhang, its entire body dark gold, standing in the wind and sand for ten thousand years, perhaps to stand for another ten thousand.
On the bones, thousands of Daoist Patterns flickered due to You Ruhui's proximity.
"Look, An Jing, this is the place."
On the back of the Roc, You Ruhui pointed at the dragon skeleton and was ready to leap down, but An Jing extended his hand to stop her, squinted his eyes: "Interesting, when you get close, the light starts to shine?"
"What happens if you don't approach?"
"Ah?"
You Ruhui paused for a moment, while An Jing turned his head and smiled: "No problem, I'm doing an experiment—Roc, take Ruhui far away, fly for half an hour then come back."
"Caw, alright, Great King!"
