112 THE DRAGON KING

WHEN Argent opened her eyes, she was already back at the hall of the Temple of Tian Long. She massaged her forehead. She felt like the inside of her head was pulsating. As if it would explode at any second. She vaguely remembered what happened. But the lingering emotions of fear and helplessness that remained in her proved that something did happen.

She closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't remember. No, it's more accurate to say that she refused to remember. Argent knew that she purposedly sealed a lot of her memories, most of them when she was still a child. But she also knew that if she didn't do that, then she definitely would have grown up insane. Instead of making inventions after inventions, she would probably be inside a hospital room, counting the number of bugs crawling on the wall.