The Three-Horned Thunder Monster
It took Qingming quite a while to reluctantly accept this reality. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't brought her a message talisman from the Flame Dragon, she wouldn't have believed him so easily.
"Your sister's meaning was that you should give up becoming a dragon and take another path of cultivation, so you wouldn't suffer the same fate one day," Lu Xiaotian said.
"Only by becoming dragons can our kind cultivate to greater heights. If I don't become a dragon, I'll never have the chance to avenge my sister." Qingming looked gentle and frail, but when it came to this, she was remarkably resolute. Her gaze had grown far more determined than before.
"That Dragon-Seeking Envoy is at least a Profound Immortal. Even I'm no match for him. Even if you become a dragon, who knows how many years it will take you to cultivate to a level where you can contend with a Profound Immortal? By then, who knows where the Dragon-Seeking Envoy will be—or whether he'll have advanced to a Heavenly Immortal, or grown even stronger."
Lu Xiaotian frowned. Qingming seemed like a woman who was soft on the outside but strong within, much like Hongyue. But if she truly insisted on becoming a dragon, it would be difficult to make arrangements for her. Even if he sent her to the territory of the Great Immortal Black Crane, she would eventually be exposed. She would suffer the same fate as the Flame Dragon, or perhaps an even more miserable one.
"My sister was killed, and you want me to hide away in some corner and eke out the rest of my life? There'd be no point in living." Though Qingming spoke softly, an unfathomable hatred filled her eyes. "My parents suffered the same fate back then.