10 a.m.
Yin Kuang emerged from the library, paused, and sighed. Muttering to himself, he said, "Looks like I'll have to rely on myself in the end."
He had gone to see Lu Xialeng this time in hopes that she could examine whether there was anything wrong with the Purple Dragon Soul, Zhu Dui. Lu Xialeng had not refused Yin Kuang's request.
Sure enough! After Yin Kuang brought Lu Xialeng into the "Chess Realm," the moment she saw the Purple Dragon Soul Zhu Dui bound tightly by the "Dragon-Trapping Lock," she frowned. She said only three words: "Something's wrong."
It turned out that Rosalind had somehow injected a thread of consciousness as thin as a gossamer strand into Zhu Dui's body, stretching from the dragon's head all the way to its tail. This peculiar consciousness existed independently of Zhu Dui's own consciousness, outside even its soul-thoughts, yet it had fused into the Purple Dragon Soul. It was truly inconceivable. As long as Yin Kuang dared to devour Zhu Dui's Purple Dragon Soul power, that strange consciousness would inevitably enter his body as well. The consequences would be unimaginable.
Only someone with Lu Xialeng's strength could observe and identify such a thing.
When Yin Kuang asked whether there was a way to extract that strange thread of consciousness, Lu Xialeng shook her head and said that even she could do nothing about it. What frustrated Yin Kuang even more was that Zhu Dui itself, the one involved, could not say when another consciousness had taken up residence inside it. Although he had already prepared himself mentally, Yin Kuang was still disheartened upon learning the result. After chatting with Lu Xialeng for a while longer, he got up and took his leave.
After leaving the library, Yin Kuang checked the time. There