Yang Qing pursed his lips as he mulled over the matter, sinking deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole.
He dug through the archives of his memory, sifting through everything he had learned since first dipping his toe into the cultivation world, reviewing every scrap of information—no matter how slight—related to mythical creatures. Most of it came from his time after joining the Order at thirteen.
As for the years before, when he fought for his life at the old Yang Clan stomping grounds, he chose to ignore them. They were among the darkest of his life, and while his clan excelled in body cultivation, they were sorely lacking in other areas—including some aspects of basic common sense. It was a painful truth he came to realize only after striking out on his own and beginning his new life at the Order.
