The Emperor Qi carried supreme majesty and a sacred aura. Though faint, the instant it made contact, it charged straight into the dragon soul's mind.
And the barely perceptible Dragon Qi within it made her feel an incomparable familiarity.
This aura did not emanate from a Magical Treasure. It clearly belonged only to a living creature.
"My child? It is the aura of my poor child... He is still alive?"
Her body jolted violently, and the dragon soul froze in midair.
A trace of clarity returned to her bloodshot eyes.
Then, her blazing gaze swiftly locked onto Su Shi'er's Immortal Body below.
"What did you do to my child? Was it you who trapped him?!"
It was a question, but even more a demand, exploding beside Su Shi'er's Immortal Body like muffled thunder.
As her words fell, her eyes shifted, carrying a hint of expectation—or perhaps unease.
Though she held little hope, she still feared that the answer she received would be one of despair.
"If the owner of this aura is indeed Senior's child, then I fear I must disappoint Senior!"
The Immortal Body held its breath and focused, watching the dragon soul above with utmost caution.
The demonic dragon had been savage by nature. Su Shi'er naturally held no goodwill toward it.
Moreover, the demonic dragon's death was an indisputable fact. There was no need for him to conceal it, nor could he.
"Disappoint me? Then... my child has already died by your hand?"
The dragon soul muttered softly. Though she had long prepared herself, hearing such an outcome still filled her eyes with profound loss.
At once, what little reason remained in her eyes rapidly faded, and the aura around her body erupted anew.
"Senior, do not misunderstand. The owner of this aura was not killed by