The Golden Dragon shrugged its hands and said,
"Well, there's nothing to be done then!"
Gu Shi Yi glared at it hatefully, flipped over, and awoke from the dream. She sat up and pondered for a while, thinking to herself,
"I can delay it for now, calculating the time, this little thing won't be born for another forty or fifty years. I still have time to come up with a way!"
Three days passed like this, and Gu Shi Yi was taken to the Main Hall again. At this moment, the Sect Leader of Wanmiao Mountain, Qiu Miaoji, had changed into black clothing, still with a Golden Crown binding his hair. He sat high upon the Jade Stairs, with about ten Sect Members arranged in a line behind him. Gu Shi Yi secretly complained in her heart,
"How come all these Sect Leaders and Masters like to make such a big show!"
