The Stone Turtle Baxia bore a broken stele.
Under the locust tree at the village entrance, an old man was telling stories to the children when the wind suddenly rose. The clear skies turned into dark, crowded clouds in the blink of an eye, with mountain rain on the verge of falling. Before the children could run home, raindrops as large as beans struck the ground.
The rain poured down in torrents, mist spreading everywhere as muffled thunder rumbled.
The old man sheltered from the rain beneath the Old Scholar Tree.
He vaguely saw what seemed to be someone by the stele outside the village, but the white mist was too thick to see clearly.
Rain drenched the broken stele, droplets sliding across the stubborn head of the stone-carved Baxia. Bai Yujun held an umbrella and gazed at it quietly, trying her best to reconstruct and interpret the inscription in her mind. Unfortunately, too much was missing for it to be deciphered.
"How pitiful..."
Dragon eyes gazed into the past.
It was easy to see how the Stone Beast had been unlucky enough to be sealed here. Fearless of demons and ghosts, it had ultimately met its downfall at this village entrance.
She turned toward Old Barren Mountain and gazed into the past, seeking the tracks of the two figures. With her own eyes, she watched her two friends gallop away on all fours, as though crossing through time and space.
"They sent me a message to come here, then lost contact. Could it be..."
She frowned and tried hard to sense the two dragon scales.
Still, she found nothing.
There were only two possibilities. Either a powerful expert had used some mysterious means to block them off, or they had found a true Dragon Tomb and fallen into a