That night, Qin Yun and Yi Xiao thought deeply about the matter. They even contacted Patriarch Yi for advice. He also acknowledged that the Myriad Temple's reputation was impeccable.
Everything was arranged through the Myriad Temple.
…
The next day, at dawn.
In a secret location in the West Sea.
The dragon lady, Ao Xue, was imprisoned. She was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged in the dungeon. She had no one to talk to and seemed to suffer unending loneliness.
Yi Xiao clearly resembled her mother. Although Ao Xue lacked the fairy-like disposition of Yi Xiao, she had the air of poised nobility as expected of a dragon lady. She was also a lot more mature.
"Cough." Ao Xue coughed, and blood appeared by the corner of her mouth.
"Caishi, Xiao'er." Ao Xue's eyes welled with tears.
