Old Beast Gu watched his shifting expression carefully. "The Divine Dragon King. Jun Haoxuan."
Ningyan's face hardened.
"He is deeply connected to that crystal, and the crystal is bound to your lost memories," she explained softly. "The dragon is the key. And judging by your expression..."
A knowing smile appeared on Old Beast Gu's lips. "You already knew that."
"No," Ningyan shook his head, taking a step back. "No. There has to be another way! An artifact, an ancient formation, some secret technique..." His voice grew increasingly desperate, his eyes searching the surrounding shelves. "Perhaps I could destroy the crystal myself. Or..." He swallowed hard. "...perhaps I need to die again."
Old Beast Gu's expression turned frigid. "If you die again, Su Ningyan, that will be the end."
"How can you be certain? You don't know anything about.."
