Tantai Xue's residence.
Within the courtyard walls, a withered tree bearing dead leaves swayed gently in the evening breeze.
By the window, Tantai Xue sat on the edge of her bed.
In a black dress, with a plain hairpin, she slowly opened her eyes and gazed outside, yet nothing registered in her heart.
Her lifeless eyes looked hollow.
Her hands rested on her knees, motionless.
Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, falling in strips across her shoulders and hands.
She did not move, merely sitting quietly as the moonlight dyed her a faint silver.
Only at the very end did she relax her shoulders and murmur, "The world shouldn't be like this."
She had suffered an enormous blow today, and she did not know whose problem it was.
Was she simply unlucky, or was Jiang Man possessed by calamity?
Or was everything the world's fault?
"What sort of deal left you like this?" Tantai Xiaotian's voice slowly reached her.
The moment Tantai Xue woke up, he had realized she had encountered something out of the ordinary.
So he had been waiting for her to come to her senses.
But he had not expected it to take so long.
It seemed that what Jiang Man had encountered, or what he intended to do, was rather earth-shattering.
He himself did not feel much about it.
After endless years, what great winds and waves had he not weathered?
Tantai Xue heaved a heavy sigh. "Senior, have you heard of Zhulong?"
"I have." Tantai Xiaotian sounded somewhat surprised. "It is said to be a dragon named by the Lord of the Nine Provinces. This dragon is no ordinary dragon. Its power transcends the order of an era and can overturn that era, engulfing heaven and earth. As it spreads through spiritual qi and auras,