Bai Yujun remained silent.
She remembered. There had not been the slightest bit of beauty in rewinding to the Ancient Times—only tragedy and grandeur, fire rain falling from the heavens, the earth splitting apart, and madness that nearly ended in mutual destruction.
There had been no right or wrong, no winners or losers. The old era had fallen, and a new one had risen.
Bang.
She dropped to both knees.
Bone-deep memories surged into her mind: a desolate, dying world; a mighty golden dragon battling in the sky within the rewound reflection; scene after scene replaying. The Imperial Palace Dress Woman, overwhelmed by grief, had drawn out her bloodline. The black dragon had escorted her escape. Back then, the golden dragon had disregarded its own danger and used its body to block the attack. It was only because the dragon had protected her with its life that she had been able to leave the battlefield before falling through the Dragon Gate...
"You know that giant dragon? How could that be?"
Mr. Xun did not understand. There was simply no way to explain it. How could a lower-realm Wild Dragon, which had only luckily transformed into a dragon several kalpas later, know a sovereign from the Ancient Times?
Bai Yujun put away her incarnation and pearl, her face expressionless.
"I don't know it. I was merely intimidated by its bloodline aura. I am, after all, a lower-realm Wild Dragon. You would not understand even if I explained."
Mr. Xun nodded at those words.
If she made it sound too real, he definitely would not believe her. The more mysterious it sounded, the more he believed it.
She turned to look at the Ancient Remnants tribal guides, whose eyes were burning with fervor.
"Thank you all for helping us. Please return. Mr.