"Third Aunt..."
Zi Yuner frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but Third Aunt raised a hand and stopped her.
"Yun'er, it's all right."
Third Aunt's gaze still had not left Lin Shisan.
An increasingly brilliant light shone in those deep purple eyes.
"It isn't that my cultivation is profound. It's that I have a dragon spirit too."
"The moment you came in, it let out a low, whimpering cry."
"You're the first human in a thousand years to cultivate a hornless dragon true spirit. Come with me."
Disregarding Lin Shisan's shock at this abrupt revelation, the woman braced herself against the stone wall and slowly stood.
Her movements were very slow, as though every motion cost her an enormous amount of strength.
Zi Yuner reached out to support her, but she gently pushed her away.
She walked to the stone wall on the other side of the stone chamber, her back to Lin Shisan.
After pausing for a while, she pressed her palm against it.
Fine, pale purple lines suddenly appeared across the surface of the seemingly intact wall.
The lines spread outward from her palm, extending across the stone like roots, growing ever broader and denser.
Their patterns differed from all the runes in the Dragon Palace. They were older, more primordial.
At the center of the wall, a faint light suddenly lit up.
Lin Shisan's breath abruptly caught for an instant.
The moment that light appeared, it was as though something seized the hornless dragon true spirit within him.
It gave a clear roar and began violently churning in his dantian.
This was no longer the whimper of being awakened from before, but an almost frenzied agitation.
It was like a young beast trapped in a cage catching the scent of its own kind, wanting to charge out