ROAR—
The dragon's roar was vast and distant. In a flash, Song Ciwan's hands flew, and she snatched the three cast coins she had nearly thrown away back into her palm.
The moment the cast coins landed back in her palm, the Black Dragon Head vanished once more.
Song Ciwan finally let out a soft breath. For some reason, though the dragon's roar had faded, a heart-pounding resonance still lingered around her Divine Soul.
'There are truly too many secrets in this Illusory Nether City.'
'I wonder what that so-called "lost era" or "previous epoch" really is?'
'In any case, it couldn't be the former Yun Country dynasty.'
'The Yun Country was a dynasty from a thousand years ago. Even though it was a former dynasty, if we're talking about a "previous epoch," the Yun Country probably... doesn't qualify, does it?'
Song Ciwan fiddled with the three cast coins in her palm. Various thoughts flowed through her mind, but she had no answers to any of her questions.
