Wang Quan accompanied Ying Jiaren as she looked through the ruined palaces one after another.
Though these palaces had crumbled into ruins, they were still magnificent, and their many reliefs radiated a chilling killing intent.
Looking at the various scars on them, Wang Quan sighed. "Who knows what terrible fighting this place went through back then?"
"Even palaces this magnificent were blasted apart."
Ying Jiaren shook her head. "I don't know."
"But we can ask that maid."
"All right!"
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren arrived at the central palace.
The palace's roof was gone, leaving only stone pillars thrusting into the sky.
The stone pillars bore reliefs of great dragons and Kunpeng.
But most of the reliefs depicted flying maidens.
Some of these flying maidens sat or reclined, while others walked or stood.
Their bodies, however, were covered in wounds.
Some flying-maiden reliefs had even lost their heads.
Stone heads lay on the ground. Wang Quan saw that their faces were aloof, alluring, or bashful.
To Wang Quan, they looked so lifelike that they seemed to be real people turned to stone.
Ying Jiaren said softly, "These reliefs are all real people."
"And they're all alive."
An idea stirred in Wang Quan's mind, and he picked up a head, intending to put them back in place.
But Ying Jiaren shook her head. "They can't be reattached."
"Their wounds are all entwined with a power called time."
"It's a strange power. It makes their bodies and heads seem separated by a stretch of time, forever unable to touch."
Wang Quan smiled. "I have a time trait. Perhaps I can put them back on."
Ying Jiaren was delighted. "A time trait, really? A time trait on your Dao Seal?"
"Yes!"
"You're amazing!"
"I heard from the