Starlight and moonlight shone as a streak of cold light glinted atop the tide.
There was no touching emotion, no excitement, no pouncing over for a kiss.
Long E Ying froze for a moment, then stepped back half a pace to see more clearly. "What is this?"
One sentence utterly ruined the mood.
Liang Qu's face fell.
That's right.
He realized it.
The Dragon Lord had vanished over a century ago, while his wife was only fourteen years younger than him. By the time she was born, the Dragon Lord had been dead for decades. She had never seen genuine Lord of the Jiang Huai Waters Blood Essence at all. Such divine objects concealed themselves, their auras drawn inward. Only an Old Turtle with great skill and ample experience could recognize it at a glance—like a shark smelling blood.
"You don't recognize treasure? Didn't you feel a deep, powerful attraction?"
Liang Qu crouched halfway on the wooden windowsill of the cabin, one hand gripping the window frame to steady himself while the other held up the blood bead. He rolled it around in a huge circle as though kneading dough, patiently coaxing her.
"Not powerful... mm, perhaps... a little?" Long E Ying raised her brows. "A precious medicine you brought out of the underworld? Why are you giving it to me?"
"More or less. Don't worry about why I'm giving it to you. Come closer and take a careful look first. Guess what it is."
Long E Ying brushed back the hair at her temples and leaned toward his palm.
"Can you tell?"
"No."
"Then smell it."
A puff of warm breath left her lips and scattered over the edge of his palm. Amid that soft warmth, Long E Ying pressed close to the blood bead and lightly wrinkled her