Ling Gantian's eyes softened as he looked at the two of them, especially Yan Rouxi. "Now," he said, folding his hands calmly, "there is much for you both to understand about why you were brought here."
He leaned forward slightly. "And about who you truly are Miss Yan."
Yan Rouxi sat straighter without realizing it. This was exactly what she had been waiting for. Since the moment she had been dragged out of that prison and called Great Leader, her mind had been in turmoil.
She wanted answers—why this elder knew her name, why he knew they weren't from this world, and why he insisted on calling her something she clearly didn't understand.
Gu Yixuan's posture also subtly shifted, his attention fully locked onto Yan Gantian.
The elder folded his hands atop the table. "The Lingzu Tribe," he began, "was founded thousands of years ago by our first and greatest leader."
"She was a woman of unparalleled beauty," he continued, "but more importantly, a woman of terrifying power."
