Gu Yuena nodded to Di Tian, indicating that she had made her decision.
Di Tian sighed inwardly. "Leave this matter to me. However, it concerns a secret family technique, so I hope the Tower Masters can excuse themselves."
Qian Gu Die Ting and Bei Gong Li naturally agreed. After saying that they could be called upon if anything was needed, they went outside to wait.
Once Qian Gu Die Ting and Bei Gong Li had left, there were no outsiders left in the room, and Qian Gu Huang Yu began acting more casually.
Qian Gu Huang Yu stepped forward and silently observed the Mountain Dragon floating inside the red barrier.
"Gu Yue, the method you mentioned is to use the Silver Dragon King's pressure to forcibly make the Mountain Dragon submit, right?" Qian Gu Huang Yu said as she stared intently at the Mountain Dragon Soul Spirit.
Gu Yuena moved gracefully to Qian Gu Huang Yu's side. Their hair brushed against each other, gold and silver intertwining to form a beautiful picture.
"That's right. After all, I am not the Dragon God. It has lost its reason and cannot communicate. Although it will be close to me and will not harm me, I cannot command it either. I can only use the pressure of my bloodline to forcibly suppress it while you fuse with it."
Gu Yuena's voice was somewhat low. Forcing her own kin into submission through bloodline pressure was also a torment to her heart.
Just as Gu Yuena's thoughts churned and she wandered through a fog of uncertainty, a gentle yet firm warmth quietly enveloped her palm. This sudden touch was like the first ray of morning sunlight in winter, tenderly dispersing the gloom in her heart. Moved by Qian Gu Huang Yu's unintentional intimacy, Gu Yuena