The golden dragon pearl floated in Long Qianling's palm.
Long Qianling thrust the Dragon Pearl toward Long Ling, chanting an obscure and difficult-to-understand incantation. The Dragon Pearl instantly emitted a dazzling light, disappearing entirely into Long Ling's body.
A moment later, Long Qianling retrieved the Dragon Pearl and looked at Bai Yaoguang, "All done."
Bai Yaoguang nodded gratefully, walked to Long Ling's side, took his hand and asked, "A-Ling, how are you feeling?"
Long Ling felt that the moment that light entered his body, his tired body felt relaxed, and his melancholy soul returned to normal.
"Thank you, young master," Long Ling said to Long Qianling with gratitude.
Long Qianling waved to him.
Long Ling withdrew his gaze and only then noticed that Bai Yaoguang was holding his hand. He quickly pulled it back, glared at Bai Yaoguang with a very unpleasant expression, and then walked directly behind Long Qianling.
"Ah Ling..." Bai Yaoguang felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw that he still rejected her so much.
"Call me Long Ling!" Long Ling said coldly with a stern face.
"I……"
Long Qianling glanced at Bai Yaoguang, took a step to the side, and revealed Long Ling.
She knew that without Bai Yaoguang, Long Ling might have already died. She also understood that Long Ling harbored resentment towards Bai Yaoguang because her mother led the demon races to destroy the dragon clan.
All the races in the demon realm are guilty, the fox clan is guilty, but Bai Yaoguang never harmed a single member of the dragon clan from beginning to end. On the contrary, she saved Long Ling.
Long Qianling was grateful to her, even though she was Bai Fengfu's descendant. Bai Fengfu was hateful, but Bai Yaoguang was a good person.
She, Long Qianling, is not a dragon who cannot distinguish between good and bad.
"Long Ling, you shouldn't hate her."
"Young Master..." Long Ling was shocked and looked at Long Qianling's back in disbelief.
Not only was he shocked, but Bai Yaoguang also looked at her with surprise.
"When the Dragon Clan was destroyed, she took you away and sealed you away to prevent you from being discovered. The destruction of the Dragon Clan had nothing to do with her. If you want to hate someone, you should hate Bai Fengfu and all the races in the Demon Realm, not the one who saved you."
Long Qianling's voice was soft, yet it struck the hearts of the two people beside her with a heavy weight.
"Long Ling, you've chosen the wrong person to hate."
Long Qianling turned her head to look at Long Ling, said those words, and then turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the bottom of the lake.
She had said what she wanted to say; what he should do was his choice.
Whether he chooses to continue rejecting Bai Yaoguang or reconcile with her is his own decision.
...
A streak of light landed in the bamboo forest outside the city, and a figure in black appeared.
Long Qianling raised her hand and pressed it against her chest.
The Dragon Balls... are the only thing left behind by their dragon race.
"Kill her!" A furious female voice echoed from deep within the bamboo forest.
Long Qianling didn't want to meddle, but she smelled a familiar scent. In the end, she concealed herself and walked over.
"You old slut, how dare you steal our young lady's things! I'll beat you to death!"
Long Qianling concealed himself and stood not far away watching a middle-aged woman being pinned to the ground and beaten by several young women, while a woman with an arrogant expression stood not far from them.
I suppose that must be the young lady they were talking about.
The middle-aged woman who was beaten was curled up, her eyes were dull and lifeless, and she was so thin that she was skin and bones.
Long Qianling frowned as he watched this scene, but showed no intention of making a move.
"Alright, alright, let her go. Consider it an act of kindness from this young lady, a gesture of charity." The young lady, like Guanyin Bodhisattva, told them to stop.
"Yes, Miss."
The group stopped fighting, and one of them, still not satisfied, kicked the middle-aged woman who was lying on the ground, seemingly oblivious to her fate.
"Return to the manor," Miss waved her hand and led the group away.
Long Qianling walked up to the middle-aged woman and looked down at her.
The familiar scent emanated from her, but she couldn't remember whose it was; in any case, she didn't dislike it.
The next second, the middle-aged woman suddenly reached out and grabbed her foot.
Long Qianling was startled. She was invisible, so how could she see him? Or did she just happen to catch him?
Long Qianling tried to pull her foot back, but the person gripped it even tighter.
“Dragon Clan…” The man raised his head and looked at Long Qianling with his dull, gray eyes.
Upon hearing this, Long Qianling forcefully pulled his foot back. Seeing that she recognized him, he stopped hiding himself and directly exposed his figure.
"Still alive!" The middle-aged woman on the ground reached out and grabbed at her surroundings haphazardly, but she couldn't catch Long Qianling no matter what she did.
"Who are you? How did you recognize me?!"
Long Qianling used his demonic power to lift her up from the ground and questioned her with a stern face.
"Your aura... is very similar to that of an old friend of mine. Who are you to her?"
The middle-aged woman's voice trembled as she scanned her surroundings, trying to spot Long Qianling.
Long Qianling noticed that there was something wrong with her eyes; she was actually blind.
"An old friend? Who?"
"Dragon Flying to the Moon"
Boom! This name exploded in Long Qianling's heart like a thunderclap.
Long Feiyue... her mother!
“Mother…” Long Qianling held her hand, which began to tremble violently as he looked at her and murmured.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman reached out and grabbed her trembling hand, her voice trembling with emotion: "Little A-Ling? Is that you? You're still alive...you're still alive..."
The middle-aged woman started crying as she spoke.
"You know me?" Long Qianling looked at her excited appearance, completely puzzled. She seemed to have never seen her before.
Long Qianling waited for a while, but the woman was still crying. She didn't have the patience to wait for her answer anymore, so she picked her up and flew back to the palace.
Take her back, and ask her slowly after she's cried enough!
When Long Qianling carried her down into the palace where she and Bai Yaoguang had just appeared, Bai Yaoguang and Long Ling had been waiting there for a long time.
“Young Master…you’re back.” Long Ling awkwardly shook off Bai Yaoguang’s hand.
Long Qianling was not surprised that he would reconcile with Bai Yaoguang, and simply nodded.
"Where did you pick up a beggar?"
Bai Yaoguang was still saddened by Long Ling shaking off her hand when she saw Long Qianling carrying a middle-aged woman who was crying bitterly, dressed in rags and covered in dirt. Curious, she walked up to her and asked her about it.
"Go wash her clean!" Long Qianling threw her directly onto Bai Yaoguang.
"It's not you... okay."
Bai Yaoguang was initially thinking of refusing, but when she met Long Qianling's golden eyes, she chickened out.
She didn't want to be beaten to a pulp.
Long Qianling raised an eyebrow and walked into her palace as if they were old friends.
In order to be able to travel to and from the palace openly and legitimately, Bai Yaoguang even arranged an identity for herself.
Her palace as the Imperial Advisor is quite nice!
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