Staring with her round eyes, Yinglong's life and safety were in another's hands, yet she refused to lower her head and beg for mercy.
She stubbornly remained silent. Several hundred pounds of flesh would be left here, and whether he killed or butchered her, she would accept her fate.
She could not lose in terms of aura.
However, Tai Yi did not do anything to her. He had not struck a killing blow.
He lowered his head and looked at Yinglong, his gaze deep and profound. It seemed as though he was seeing someone from the past through her—someone who had left an extraordinarily deep impression on him, burning away every trace of his existence, just as Tai Yi was doing today.
In the past, he had not understood. He had thought that person was like a piece of dog-skin plaster, determined to bite off a chunk of his opponent's flesh even in death.
But today, after undergoing similar experiences and making similar choices... everything was understood without words. He finally comprehended it all.
"Emperor Yan..."
Tai Yi let out a soft sigh.
Though they stood on different sides, he hated this opponent, yet respected him.
"Killing a dragon still depends on its master."
Tai Yi released his hand casually, sending Yinglong sprawling face-first into the dirt. Ash-covered and disheveled, she heard him say, "For Emperor Yan's sake, I won't kill you. Otherwise, the last and clearest trace he left behind will vanish, and no one will remember him anymore."
"Tai Yi!"
Yinglong sprang to her feet.
Those words were far too hurtful.
—Was she one of those people who relied on connections?
What kind of thing was he saying?
When had she fallen to such a state?
*Did she really have to rely on her own poop-scooper to survive