The closer they drew to the Great Snow Mountain, the lower the temperature around them fell.
The bitter wind occasionally swept flecks of snow through their Daoist robes.
"Lingsi, that deceased senior of yours-what was her name?"
As Song Yan walked, he seemed to remember something and asked.
Lingsi did not stop walking. She thought for a moment, though it was unclear whether she was hesitating or making something up.
In the end, however, she gave him a name.
"Her name was Ao Gui."
"Ao Gui-"
So it really was her. That made everything line up.
The ghost of the Penglai cultivator he had destroyed near the Fanghu Ancient Stele seemed to have mentioned that name.
Dragon Maiden Ao Gui.
It seemed something really had happened back then, causing this Dragon Maiden's death and then the fall of the Penglai Daoist Sect.
"Then do you know how long ago she died?"
Song Yan continued, "Of course, this falls outside the commission. I'm simply curious about this senior and would like to learn a little about her."
"Whether you tell me or not won't affect our agreement."
Lingsi tilted her head slightly and thought for a while. "About-three thousand nine hundred years ago."
Nearly four thousand years had passed. That was a long time indeed.
In other words, at least four thousand years ago, the Penglai Daoist Sect had still been active in the Eastern Sea.
"Her surname was Ao?"
At that moment, Xiao He suddenly said, "When I was in Between Mountains and Seas, Uncle Conglong told me something."
"The True Dragons of this world have two branches. One is the Dark Sea Dragon Race, surnamed Ao, and the other is the Cloud Dragon Race, surnamed Meng."
"But now it seems only the Meng branch still exists, and there's only