"Is he the heir of the Emperor?"
Gu Sheng chuckled softly, neither confirming nor denying it.
He walked slowly to a child's corpse, crouched down, and gently brushed his fingers over the small forehead.
"Three hundred years ago, Qin Beichen used the Beichen Flower to burn down the Seven Great Sects."
Suddenly, he spoke, his voice deep.
"Do you know why?"
Tantai Bingtang's pupils shrank slightly.
This detail isn't even recorded in ancient texts!
"Because they used living people for alchemy?"
She ventured to ask.
Gu Sheng stood up, dusting off non-existent dust.
"More or less."
He turned to Tantai Bingtang, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't understand.
"You still have questions."
This wasn't a question.
Tantai Bingtang.
She did have a bold theory, but it was too absurd for even herself to believe.
"I..."
She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
"Nothing more to ask."
