Yan Huan boldly threw a wink, signaling Liu Fuguang not to interrupt the process.
Liu Fuguang was helpless, took a deep breath, and continued: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away..."
He walked up to it and stretched out his hand, but was in trouble again. The original dragon egg could indeed be carried in the basket by Wu Luo, but as for this enhanced and enlarged version, let alone carrying it, it felt like my life would be shortened if I looked at it for even a second longer.
Of course Yan Huan would not make things difficult for him. He hovered his body, transformed into a little dragon, and flew in front of Liu Fuguang.
"Then I'll go with you."
Liu Fuguang pinched his nose and said with a headache: "She didn't come out of the egg until the eve of her marriage to Wu Luo..."
"Why can't it be in the form of a dragon?" Yan Huan shrugged. If he had the form of a shoulder, then he must be doing this action. "She has all the innate intelligence. Whether she has broken the shell or has the form of a dragon, it is just a projection of her mental barrier. She is afraid that Wu Luo will abandon her like a blood relative, so she has always maintained the state of a dragon egg. In fact, she still has the mentality of a child."
This analysis was indeed beyond Liu Fuguang's expectations. He did not expect Yan Huan to say such a thing.
Therefore, only after Li Muxing was sure of Wu Luo's love and that Wu Luo would never leave her again, did she jump out of the dragon egg and end her closed state.
He glanced at Yan Huan and said nothing more.
"Wu Luo" and "Li Muxing" traveled together on the continent of dreams. Yan Huan not only created people according to Li Muxing's memory, but also created many spectators that Liu Fuguang had never seen, making this dream seem like reality.
"Who are those?" Liu Fuguang looked at the group of people passing by them, wearing tall hats and wide belts, and looking like immortals. "How come I have never seen them before?"
Yan Huan answered casually: "He was my former teacher, I just took it to make up the number."
"Teacher?" Wu Luo and Li Muxing talked about everything while they were walking on the land. He could not help but ask, "Do you have a teacher?"
Yan Huan laughed and said, "Well, why not? At that time, I was still..."
He thought about it, as if he was going into a very distant place and digging up old memories.
"I was still very young then," he said at last, "not much older than I am now, but I was canonized as a True Immortal when I was born, and I carried the blood debts of the Human Emperor and the Eleven Dragon Lords. I had no control over my own power. Only the True Immortals could get close to me, talk to me, and communicate with me."
Yan Huan laughed and said, "Don't get me wrong. The True Immortals of the past were not as weak and delicate as they are now. They were all Golden Immortals who first achieved the Great Dao after the fall of the Ancient Gods. Dozens of generations ago, they might have been the descendants of some god-human hybrid. It is no exaggeration to say that they spoke lotus sounds and their words became jade. Compared to them, the later Zhou Yi and Jin Cuixu were as immature as half-grown children. Otherwise, how could they have the ability to make me a righteous one?"
He held his breath between his lips and teeth, then slowly let it out, saying, "They named me the most evil, and they knew they had caused a great disaster. To make amends, they insisted on educating me to be a respectful, frugal, gentle, and moral role model. Otherwise, how can they explain to the heavens?"
Liu Fuguang listened silently. Six thousand years ago, Yan Huan kept his heart closed and hated him more than anyone else and never told him about the past. Six thousand years later, even if Yan Huan wanted to talk, he was too lazy to listen. It was indeed rare to see such a peaceful narration nowadays.