Standing before the pulsing Demon Crystal within his spiritual space, Ningyan wore a blank expression, his thoughts refusing to settle.
How did Rong Yue know about my crystal space?
Why did he call it a Dragon Crystal instead of a Demon Crystal?
How could it possibly restore my memories?
And... who could enter this place unharmed?
Even Rong Yue had been forced out almost instantly.
Ningyan bit down on his lower lip, his brows furrowing deeply. After a long, heavy silence, he dismissed his wandering thoughts, and the crystal space faded around him.
When he opened his eyes, he was back inside the carriage.
They were still traveling toward the domain of the White Tiger Clan. Across from him, Rong Yue sat with his eyes closed. At first glance, he appeared asleep, but the occasional twitch of his golden tiger ears betrayed him.
He was listening.
"Are we there yet?" Ningyan asked out of nowhere.
