The Dragon-Trapping Seal was a typical candle: without lighting it, it would never shine. Push it hard enough, and they could squeeze something out of its head. Without that pressure, it played with Little Sprout without a care in the world, basking in the sun, then in the dew, then in the sun again...
Dongfang Minghui saw Seventh Sister standing on high ground, gazing into the distance. Yet apart from the two round boulders they had pushed farther away, there was nothing to see. The valley was bare; aside from the large tree beside them, it looked like an abandoned, empty hollow.
"Hasn't the Dragon-Trapping Seal already agreed? Why does Seventh Sister still look so unhappy?"
"She's probably still thinking about what happened twenty years ago." Qing Mo drifted around beside Dongfang Minghui. "Wan Yu may seem cold, but she cares deeply about family. She probably learned something about Qian Yiling from the Dragon-Trapping Seal."
Deep in thought, Dongfang Minghui lightly patted the tree beside her. "Twenty years ago, Qian Mama must have accidentally lost Uncle Wood in Dragon-Trapping Valley. Out of guilt, or for some other reason, she stayed with the Beast Tribe. But if Aunt Qian Mo said Qian Mama met Mother, that means Qian Mama tried to return to the Thousand Family after becoming pregnant with Seventh Sister-"
Had something else happened along the way that they knew nothing about?
"Wait." Qing Mo interrupted Dongfang Minghui's muttering. "Did you just say Qian Ziyan never managed to leave Dragon-Trapping Valley?"
"That's right."
Dongfang Minghui and Qing Mo stared at each other, then said in unison, "That means Qian Ziyan could very well still be in Dragon-Trapping Valley!"
Their conversation carried no farther than ten li, and they had made no effort to lower their voices. Qian Wanyu strode