A giant dragon is perched on the mountain of swords.

Its tail kept swinging back and forth, accompanied by frequent and violent landslides, and large amounts of ochre-red soil and rocks fell into the Chijiang River.

Although it was pierced and bound by chains, which caused the wounds to continue bleeding, it did not seem to be weak from the blood loss.

The dragon's upper body remained motionless, its golden vertical pupils staring quietly at the two of them. Invisible fear as towering as a mountain slowly fell along with its gaze.

Then, it suddenly opened its mouth slowly, revealing a human-like expression that looked like a smile.

"Two humans, I want to play a game with you."

Ling Yunpo did not answer, but just quietly moved closer to his senior sister.

An Zhisu bent her fingers slightly, and the Frost Sword was ready to strike.

"Don't try to resist with force." The dragon continued to laugh strangely, "Given the gap between you and me, you have no hope of winning."

As soon as he finished speaking, some extremely terrifying pressure descended from nowhere.

The two men's expressions changed at the same time, as they sensed some kind of invisible restraint that was difficult to break free of, pressing their consciousness and limbs so that they could not move, like fragile frogs that were roughly stuffed into a small jar.

The next second, the pressure suddenly disappeared, completely disappearing, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu looked at each other, and they both read horror and fear in each other's eyes.

"My game is called 'Prisoners'."

The giant dragon blew gently, and thick fog rose up, separating Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu.

In the thick fog, Ling Yunpo found that his vision was restricted, his voice was muted, and his spiritual sense could not be exerted, just like the "green fog obscuring the mountains" sealed on the Qingping Sword.

"This is the true method of the transformation of the Five Elements Water System." The voice of the giant dragon came from the fog, "In this method, light, sound, spiritual consciousness...all visible and invisible transmissions are subject to me."

"That is to say, you and your senior sister are now my prisoners."

"The rules of the game are very simple." The dragon continued leisurely, "Although you can't see or hear her, you know that your sister is right beside you."

"You can choose whether to kill her. Of course, she can also make a choice."

"If you all choose not to do it, then I will let you go."

"If you all choose to take action, then I will destroy your life-defining swords."

"But if one of you chooses to take action and the other chooses not to, then... the one who does not take action will be killed, and the one who takes action..."

Its voice paused slightly, and then it said casually:

"I'll give him a reward."

"Of course, they are genuine rewards. Flying swords, magic weapons, Taoist magic, rare items... In short, it depends on my mood."

"The more unbelievable the expression on the face of the person who was betrayed and seriously injured and dying, the happier I will feel, and the more valuable the corresponding reward will be..."

As the giant dragon spoke slowly, Ling Yunpo's mind began to work rapidly.

This difficult problem is actually a game proposition.

Considering the purely theoretical model:

If I choose not to betray, there are only two outcomes: leaving safely or being killed.

If I choose to betray, there are two possible outcomes: getting a reward, or having my natal sword destroyed.

Comparing these four results, we can see that the rule design of this dragon is clearly encouraging participants to betray and kill each other.

The thick fog blocked the two people's sight and hearing, and also served to further intensify their suspicion of each other:

Will my senior sister betray me? Or will my senior sister not want to betray me, but she thinks I will betray her, so will she be forced to betray me?

In fact, if the trust between each other cannot overcome suspicion, then decisively choosing to take action is the best option under the game conditions.

However, the facts cannot be summarized by purely theoretical models.

With Qiu Changtian's advance warning, Ling Yunpo certainly would not make a mistake, and said directly:

"I chose not to do it."

"Don't be impatient." The dragon's voice was somewhat teasing, "Wait until she makes her choice."

Lingyunpo: ...

Are you trying to scare me? Sorry, I'm professionally trained and I'm definitely not afraid.

However, as time slowly passed, he couldn't help but become a little anxious instinctively.

Sister An, wouldn't you...

Impossible, impossible. If she wanted to kill me, she could have done it long ago. Why would she hesitate until now?

Maybe Sister An is also hesitating...

This is even more impossible. For me, she even gave up her own future, how could she betray me just because of a little suspicion?

Rational, emotional and instinctive thoughts were constantly fighting back and forth in Ling Yunpo's mind.

His reason told him that there was no need for his senior sister to hesitate, and his emotion also insisted that his senior sister would not choose to betray him, but his instinct kept giving him strong feedback of uneasiness.

Ling Yunpo realized that deep in his heart, he always had an instinctive sense of insecurity. It was a natural anxiety that caused him to refuse to trust anyone, which was stimulated by the pressure of self-vigilance during his long spy career.

He joined Qingluo Peak as a disciple not because he really wanted to be a disciple of Shushan, but to seize the fragments of the Bu Tian Stone from the Shangqing Sect of Shushan.

Once something happens, I will undoubtedly become a traitor to Shushan. How will my senior sister then view me, the "junior brother" who has ambushed her with all her heart?

As long as his thoughts slip to this point, Ling Yunpo will start to think about all sorts of things, and he will not be able to completely eliminate the last bit of doubt in his heart.

However, the giant dragon in front of him seemed to have finally lost its patience. Looking at Ling Yunpo who refused to speak, and An Zhisu who was determined not to be shaken, it finally let out a long breath, making the hair and robes of the two rustle:

"Okay, that's boring. You can go now."

As soon as the words came out, the thick fog dissipated instantly.

Ling Yunpo looked at Senior Sister An who was so close to him, and his heart was suddenly filled with a sense of relief, but at the same time he felt guilty and remorseful for doubting his senior sister.

However, he hid the latter very well, with an expression of "I knew this would happen" on his face, and smiled as he stretched out his hand:

"Senior sister."

"Yeah." An Zhisu also stretched out her hand and held his.

Ling Yunpo immediately activated the Wanli Water Vein Divine Traveling Talisman, and teleported away with An Zhisu under the cold gaze of the Sword Mountain Dragon.

After a long while, the dragon yawned lazily.

"...It seems that I have won." A sword light came out from behind the mountain. It was Kunlun's chief disciple Qiu Changtian. He flew in the air with a sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly.

"Hmph." Sparks spurted out of the dragon's nostrils. "You have known these two Shushan disciples for a long time. You know that they practice the Taoism of Wenqingliu, right?"

"This has nothing to do with our bet." Qiu Changtian lowered his eyelids and said indifferently, "Or does Lord Yinglong intend to deny it?"

"Heh." The dragon showed a half-smile and said, "Why would I regret it? Anyway, even if I lose the bet, it is still in my favor."

It folded the five-colored wings on its back and released its extremely powerful dragon power, but it did not aim at Qiu Changtian in the air, but just radiated aimlessly in all directions.

Suddenly, the red river almost stopped, the mountain of swords exploded inch by inch, and the sky and the earth seemed to change color.

Qiu Changtian was controlling the Jade Dragon Sword, but under the terrifying dragon's might he was like a small boat in a storm, almost tottering.

Soon the giant dragon put away its pressure and said lazily:

"alright?"

Qiu Changtian stabilized his body in a panic and remained silent. He just asked the Kunlun Mirror in his heart. After getting the reply "it has been burned", he nodded solemnly.

"Very good, remember your promise." The dragon spat out another drop of blood, floating it in front of him, "If you have the opportunity to go to the Eastern Emperor Realm, go find my daughter and bring her to the Northern Abyss Realm."

"Where is your daughter roughly located? And what features can be used to identify her?" Qiu Changtian took out a clean bottle, put the blood beads in it, and asked solemnly.

"Her nickname is 'Dragon Fox'." The giant dragon was silent for a long time, then answered, "She has the blood of human, dragon, and fox at the same time, which makes her look like a white fox, but with the golden eyes of a dragon. This kind of mixed-blood appearance should be unique in the Eastern Emperor Realm."

"As for her location, I have been imprisoned in the tower for at least 100,000 years. How do I know? I think she should be with her mother. If you see her, please tell her mother for me..."

"…Say what?"

"No, nothing." The giant dragon closed its eyelids, lay down on the mountain of knives again, and coiled up its body vigorously.