'So this Five-Colored Spirit Wood mutated because a Phoenix's remains were buried beneath it.' Lin Xuan frowned. The memory was simple.
A Phoenix, injured by an unknown assailant, had fallen here while fleeing and eventually succumbed to its wounds. In its final moments, to prevent its remains from being exploited by humans, it incinerated itself, leaving behind only a pile of ash.
But that wasn't the crucial part. What truly mattered was the connection to Bingxin of the Ice and Fire Phoenix. This dead Phoenix had merely been Bingxin's Attendant. The sheer volume of memories was an immense shock to him.
'So Bingxin's real identity is the Princess of the Phoenix Race...'
The memory was overwhelming. It contained many other shocking revelations, but they were useless to him at the moment, and he couldn't help Bingxin in any way. A heavy pressure settled in his heart. No wonder Bingxin had said it would be a matter of life and death. Her return truly was a gamble with her life.
