Time flowed on like a quiet river, unhurried and indifferent.
Days turned into weeks.
From that day onward, Eternal Dream never brought up the matter again.
Not once.
She simply watched.
Day after day, she observed Fang Zhirou carrying the dragon egg in her arms, moving between shelves of ancient texts, sitting cross-legged in corners of the library, and reading aloud in a soft yet earnest voice.
Her tone would rise and fall as she struggled through complex passages.
Sometimes she stumbled over unfamiliar words.
Sometimes she paused, brows furrowed, trying to understand even a single sentence.
Yet she never stopped.
The process was simple.
Almost painfully mundane.
A young girl reading books aloud.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Eternal Dream watched it all in silence.
No grand formations.
No divine techniques.
No overwhelming display of power.
Just… reading.
She could not understand it.
Not even a little.
