Su Yueli raised an eyebrow. Even Little Black didn't recognize him?
Could it be that she had truly mistaken what she saw in Mo Bufan's Secret Art illusion?
But that face had clearly been Gu Chen's. There was no way she could have been wrong.
Su Yueli carefully recalled the scene when she had first encountered Little Black in the depths of the ruins.
At the time, Little Black had merely been a beast egg that had slept for who knew how many ages, not yet hatched.
That made sense. It had not even been born when the Azure Cloud Ancient Kingdom suffered its catastrophic downfall, so it was only natural that it did not know Gu Chen.
Su Yueli shook her head and followed the ancient path overgrown with weeds until she reached the imperial burial grounds deep within the ruins.
Along the way, one or two foolish little demons of the First or Second Realm occasionally lunged at her. Before they could even draw close, the vast surging Qi and Blood emanating from Su Yueli shattered them into bloody pulp.
Rows upon rows of weathered stone tablets stood ahead.
Su Yueli slowed her pace and focused her gaze.
"The tomb of the first emperor of the Azure Cloud Ancient Kingdom..."
"The tomb of the second emperor of the Azure Cloud Ancient Kingdom..."
Su Yueli followed the tombstones one by one, but most of the inscriptions had long been worn blurry by wind and frost.
Even after reaching the tombstone of the eleventh emperor, she still detected nothing unusual.
The miniature Ink Qilin lowered its head and rubbed against the cold stone tablet, its expression somewhat sorrowful.
This had once been its homeland, yet now all that remained was a desolate expanse of ruined graves and broken walls.
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