Clearly, Ania knew about Xuanming.
Even when Jiang Yang had swept through the ages, crushing every foe, he had never broken out in cold sweats like this.
Still, the name "Dragon Knight" made his face darken. This was his first time hearing it.
"Which little brat gave me that ridiculous nickname?"
From what he knew of Ania, she could not possibly have that much "talent."
The Heroic Spirit Throne held many formidable figures from throughout Human Civilization. There certainly were plenty of "talents" among them.
After some thought, Jiang Yang came clean.
"Ania, listen to me. Xuanming and I first met..."
"Besides, Xuanming actually knew about you. Back then, I even took her to see you..."
"I only have myself to blame for not having the power to bring you back to life then."
As she listened to Jiang Yang slowly recount how he had come to know Xuanming, detail by detail.
Ania was both moved by their close bond and filled with wave after wave of heartache.
"Hmph!"
She gave a cold snort, letting the matter pass.
She remembered how, throughout the countless years after she had fallen into an icebound slumber, Jiang Yang had been all alone, wading through the River of Years by himself.
"Jiang Yang, so many goddesses in the Divine Clan had feelings for you. Why did you choose this Dragon Girl of the Immortal Clan, of all people?"
As far as she knew, Artemis, Athena, and Aulisel-the three goddesses Ania knew of alone-had all expressed their love for Jiang Yang, either openly or in secret.
But Jiang Yang had remained unmoved, and Ania had breathed a sigh of relief.
Actually, had it been any of those goddesses, Ania would have found it difficult to take him to task.
They were all close to Ania,