Several figures stood on the deck of the warship like statues, utterly motionless.
A cold wind blew from the depths of Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, carrying an ancient, decaying aura.
The Primordial Ancient Dragon had his eyes tightly shut, his once-majestic face now twisted with pain and struggle.
His brows were tightly furrowed, veins bulging at his temples. His hands clenched into fists one moment, then trembled slightly the next, as though he had fallen into some terrifying memory. That memory was like invisible chains, binding his mind fast; even with the bloodline of the ancient dragon race, he found it difficult to break free.
Black Jade Qilin stood some distance away, his formerly valiant figure now looking as though it might collapse at any moment.
His face was deathly pale, as though every trace of color had been drained from it. Beads of cold sweat the size of soybeans continually emerged on his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks. More alarming still, fine arcs of lightning seemed to have slipped out of control, wandering erratically around his body with faint crackling sounds, as though the power within him would go completely berserk the very next second.
The little girl Ruo Xuan was relatively more normal. She stood quietly there with her head slightly tilted, as though she had fallen into a sweet dream.
Yet the dream did not seem entirely pleasant. At times, she beamed with delight, revealing two shallow dimples; at others, her brows knitted together and her little mouth pouted slightly, as though she had encountered some minor trouble in her dream.
Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the three of them one by one.
His expression was calm, yet a glint of insight flickered through his deep eyes.