"Of course, I know."
Lin Lin's gaze was complex and indescribable.
"After Lin Zai Fang had died, I gradually began to understand."
"The images of the Divine Dragons and the outstanding Mystic Masters of the time entangled in deadly combat circled in my mind day and night. No matter how hard I tried to escape, I couldn't. Wasn't it also on the way back that its neck's underbelly, the reverse scale, was injured too severely and had to break off?"
Lin Lin touched his hairline, his expression somewhat distant.
"Sister Ahqing…"
He extended his pale fingers towards He Qing's face, the pads no longer possessing the delicate pallor of youth, but now with a rough callousness. His touch brought a burning sensation across He Qing's facial skin.
"Sister Ahqing, I don't know which part of the Divine Dragon is within you, but I think it's definitely not the same as mine. Can you guess where that Dragon Scale is?"
