The White Snake Wants to Run Away
The papers Feng MuLing brought to XueYa from the depths of Le Rong's study had yellowed over time. Worn out brown clung to the torn edges, yet the black ink still regained its darkness, each word crafted with the same care and unreadable handwriting as the rest of the zodiac books.
XueYa barely made out the words Mang HuaJun had scribbled down decades back, but what he could read was enough for him to work with the dragon bracelet.
There was no doubt the dragon bracelet around LiangLin's dainty wrist belonged to XueYa, and once they consummated their marriage and soul bond, he would regain his zodiac animal, along with his immortality.
But it wasn't as simple as what was put down in writing. Grandpa Mang must have been aware of it, even when he didn't write it down for the later generations. It was what every sorcerer had learned since a child - you were the prey or the predator, never both.