Dongfang Minghui stared at those memories, dumbfounded. She had been lucky: the mirror shard she had chosen recorded Qian Mama's final scene, the moment she was about to leave Dragon-Trapping Valley. But halfway out, someone with disheveled hair and a deranged look had blocked her path.
That person held a little round ball of fire that kept darting left and right. It had already taken on the rough shape of a human head, with a round head and a single long, slender leg about as long as her arm. It had only that one leg, and its shape was extremely irregular, dented in some places and bulging in others.
"That's the Dragon-Trapping Seal." Before she could complain about how strange that person's leg looked, Little Lecher announced the answer in her Soul Sea.
"Yi Ling, you can't get out. Look, I hold the key to Dragon-Trapping Valley. I can open it whenever I like and close it whenever I like. Besides, your elder brother is still waiting for you down below-wouldn't it be wonderful for the three of us to stay here together?"
"Meng Ruo Yu, you've disappointed me terribly."
Meng Ruo Yu?
Dongfang Minghui was stunned when she heard that name. She looked again, still unable to imagine that this person was the same gentle, refined Meng Ruo Yu from her memories, whose smile had bloomed like peach blossoms. His hair hung loose, and when he lifted his head, she saw an enormous, ugly scar on his face. Its uneven surface looked as though a weapon had sliced away a chunk of flesh.
Dongfang Minghui stared at the scene in shock. Once Meng Ruo Yu finished speaking, the space behind him twisted, and the image grew blurry, as though it might shatter into pieces the very next second. Her