The starlight and moonlight shimmered, and the tide carried a cold gleam.
No tears, no excitement, no rush to embrace.
Long Eying paused, stepped back half a pace to see better: "What is this?"
A disappointing remark.
Liang Qu's face fell.
Indeed.
He suddenly realized.
The Dragon Monarch had disappeared for about a hundred years. His wife was fourteen years older than him; when she was born, the Dragon Monarch had been dead for decades. She had never seen the authentic Jianghuai Dragon Lord's essence blood. Essence blood is a divine object that conceals itself, its aura restrained. Only an old turtle with great skills and experience could recognize it at a glance, like how sharks sense the scent of blood.
"Did you not feel a deep, strong attraction?"
Liang Qu half-crouched on the wooden windowsill of the cabin, one hand gripping the window ledge to steady himself while the other held the blood bead, rotating it like dough, guiding patiently.
