The words of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, filled with fawning and flattery, sank like a stone in the sea, not causing the slightest ripple in Long Qingyan's heart.
All her attention had long been captivated by the black-haired young man standing amidst the ruins, holding the little mermaid protectively in his arms.
Those familiar brows and eyes, those deep-set eyes, that posture that remained upright even under such oppressive force...
How similar he was to the human man she had just caught a fleeting glimpse of in the fragments of time!
Though his demeanor was younger, his strength far from as unfathomable as in those fragments.
Yet, the sense of familiarity from the depths of her soul made her absolutely certain—
It was him!
And Gu Xing, at this moment, had also focused all his attention on this suddenly appearing, incomprehensibly powerful dragon race woman.
Those dragon horns, that dragon tail, all heralded her pure dragon lineage.
