"With utmost sincerity, I announce to the rivers, lakes, and seas..."
As Liu Yumei's voice echoed, Li Zhiyuan, although still standing in the room, found his consciousness slipping into a strange trance.
In his sight, the lamp with the Golden Dragon lifting its head seemed to spring to life.
The Golden Dragon's body detached from the lamp, first twisting, then coiling, the wick like fire, its breath bubbling forth.
It left the ground and flew toward him, then circled around.
It was as if something had been burned, yet there was no scent of scorching, only wisps of smoke and the faint crackling near his ears.
If one had to make a comparison, it was like a veil.
A layer, draped beneath one's feet, covering the path, concealing the veil of fate.
The veil was thin, allowing light to pass through.
Just like over a year ago, when Li Zhiyuan first discovered the "Jianghu Chronicles" in his Grandmaster's basement.
