The figures beneath the stone wall were not both human. One was a man, the other a dragon, and both had been dead for many years, reduced to white bones covered in dust.
The postures they had held at death were also exceedingly strange. Both were bent over in kneeling worship, as though pleading with the stone wall for something. Even from afar, their devotion was beyond words.
It was Lu Feng's first time seeing a true dragon kneel. Though it was only a skeleton, the message it conveyed was enough to shake him to the core.
After all, there were few beings in this world capable of making a true dragon kneel.
Qingtian arrived before the two skeletons and halted his mad dash, slowly approaching them.
Every step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, heavy and slow.
Nan You Ling stared fixedly at the true dragon's skeleton. Beneath the dust, its grayish-white texture made her vaguely realize something, and her heart suddenly clenched.
Whoosh.
Under everyone's astonished and doubtful gazes, Qingtian abruptly knelt before the two skeletons and solemnly kowtowed again and again. Even when his forehead bled, he did not stop.
He kowtowed a full nine times.
Lu Feng and Tang Yuan had wanted to stop him, but Nan You Ling held them back.
Only then did the two realize that those nine kowtows might carry a deeper meaning.
Nan You Ling said gravely, "Don't overthink it. There's no deeper meaning. It's simply the highest rite of the Dragon Race when meeting one's elders."
"Judging by White Bro's sudden reaction, those two skeletons are very likely his biological parents."
Though Qingtian had long ago mentioned that his parents might have come to this abyss, she had never expected them to meet again under such circumstances.
For a moment,