"It seems your earlier battle with Ruzhi left your Dao Heart partly tainted by Ilya's resentment."
In the Dragon Palace Immortal Pool, the crimson beauty walked ahead with her stately phoenix robes trailing behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder at the white-robed young man and sat down with a faint smile.
"A rare moment of risky demonic transformation. Did you happen to glimpse anything from the old days?"
Yino sat down quietly, lost in thought.
"I saw... when the two armies clashed, you were standing behind the Dragon Dynasty..."
His voice wavered. He could feel the rage stirring in his bloodline, but in his current circumstances he didn't dare comment on it.
Changli watched him, thoughts drifting back a thousand years.
After some time she lowered her gaze. Then she lifted that jade hand with crimson markings, pressed two fingers together, and tapped sharply between Yino's brows.
