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Inside the breast wall of the dragon.
Pale-skinned, light as if weightless, the boneless Ling Yimo, her delicate figure wrapped in a white dress.
Around the hem of her dress, there were strange green and purple symbols adorned.
As she flew through the air, the edges of her dress fluttered lightly, those green and purple symbols moving with it, as if ghosts lived at the edges of her garment.
At this moment.
"Under the breastbone of the dragon, there are some ancient texts buried, but they are covered by frost."
She pointed to the thick rock ice and said to Pang Jian, "I hope you can extract the extreme cold power from within the rock ice, so that those texts can emerge intact."
She earnestly explained, "I can break the frosty cold crystals, but I'm afraid I might damage those texts buried for who knows how many years by accident."
Pang Jian nodded lightly.
