The Heart of the Dragon Emperor.
The Palace Lord’s words left me swallowing nervously. Forcing my stiff neck to move, I looked back at the Ice Essence.
Its compressed cold radiated an almost palpable intensity, a perfectly spherical object seemingly sculpted by an impossibly precise artisan.
And it was massive—an enormous orb of ice, large enough to rival the size of a small building.
Calling it an egg was bizarre enough, but—
"That’s supposed to be a heart?"
And not just any heart.
Sherlock Gu. Lul
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