Don't take a peek into someone else's memories
Xi Zirui knows even before reading the plaque that this is the same dragon who cursed the villagers all those centuries ago.
As a dragon, he is an immortal being, the only way for his curse to come to an end would be to kill him.
And so someone did.
The other three join Xi Zirui by the margin of the subterranean river. Li Siqi lets out a gasp, Liao Min a whispered curse, and Han Yu remains steadfastly silent, looking on at the Dragon's remains with a somber expression.
"They killed his lover, and ended up killing him too," he says, with a sigh.
"By the looks of it there's some remorse," Liao Min says, pointing at the stone funeral tablet and the meager offerings in front of it.
"The offerings are recent and the tablet has been dusted," Xi Zirui says.
Even from a distance it's obvious that someone has been visiting this terrible burial sight - if it can even be called that - and paying their respects.