On Lake Heart Island, in a barracks at the foot of the Angel Giant Tree, Yu Sheng told everyone everything he knew.
The battle at the end of time, the Dragon Clan homeworld that kept collapsing and reknitting itself, the tide of memories the giant dragons left beneath the crystal dome, that fortress standing on the final battlefield, and the ancient banner flying high atop its ramparts, emblazoned with a golden double-headed giant dragon.
All of this was etched deep into Yu Sheng's Mind through memory resonance, so clear it was practically like he'd just lived it himself.
Baili Qing sat on the other side of the table and never once interrupted his account. Her face was as taut as ever, making it impossible to read what she was thinking. Even Baili Xue, who'd been lively all this time, had gone quiet now, plastered obediently to the tabletop without making a sound.
