Seeing Cicia silent, Angel continued: "Let’s do this; I’ll ask you, can divination locate you?"
Cicia instinctively shook her head: "Of course not, Baiyuanians are already shrouded in the veil of fate, not to mention I’ve lost my soul."
"Divination can’t locate you, that proves I wasn’t using divination to pinpoint you."
"Continuing, let me ask, has anyone else entered your box? I mean, someone who could see you, know you’re Baiyuanian, and spread the information outward? Preferably in the last few decades since beyond that, I haven’t been born."
"I have some connection with a dominator here, who occasionally chats with me about outside. But due to some special reasons, it couldn’t spread news of me." Cicia was puzzled now, while she understood Angel’s point, if he truly didn’t come prepared, how could he appear before her in such an ’extremely coincidental’ way?
"If so, how do you think I knew of your existence and came prepared?" Angel was at a loss: "I’ll be honest with you, my partner and I came here for a reason, but it has nothing to do with you."
Although Cicia understood Angel’s meaning, she still hesitated. As a former prophet, she was well-acquainted with fate’s guidance. Precisely because of this understanding, she knew such continuous coincidences had a very low probability.
She, a Baiyuanian, spent millennia inside a pitch-dark box, and then waited patiently for the Primeval Flame to fall from the sky?
If the Great Prophet were still around, she would probably be in for a scolding if she dared to say such a thing.
Though doubted, Angel’s words aren’t completely unreasonable.
This made Cicia’s expression contort with confusion.
Cicia hesitated for a while before finally asking, "Then... what do you intend to do with the Primeval Flame?"
Angel gently placed the white Primeval Flame in the palm of his hand, then pinched it lightly, causing it to disappear and return to his earlobe.
After doing all this, Angel spread his hands and said, "Nothing really, just wanted you to have a look."
"Just to have a look?!" Cicia suddenly stood up, leaning forward with wide eyes: "Are you mocking me?"
Feeling the renewed aura of hostility in the air, Angel’s expression was indescribable.
How did he end up encountering this woman?
Angel rubbed his temples, thinking she, having lived over ten thousand years, should understand his meaning. But now he realized that intelligence and age might not necessarily correlate.
Could it be because she lost her physical body and soul, causing her thoughts to decline?
But Popota is in a similar situation, and he’s not foolish now. — Well, not counting the time in Lassudral when he became monstrous.
Feeling the increasingly intense hostility, Angel sighed helplessly: "Think about it carefully, if I gave the Primeval Flame to you, what could you do with it?"
Cicia: "I! I..."
Cicia initially intended to reply with fierce determination, but after starting, she suddenly deflated. Yes, even if she thought of herself as a Baiyuanian, she was, in essence, detached from them now without body or soul. Holding the Primeval Flame, what could she really do?
"Can you perceive the Ancestral Altar?" Angel asked again.
Cicia remained silent, but her answer was implied.
"You can’t, right? Then what would you do with this Primeval Flame? Use it as a flickering candlelight to illuminate this hollow palace of yours?"
"But having the Primeval Flame means nothing to you either," Cicia retorted weakly, with her voice growing fainter.
Angel: "Did you forget the question you previously asked me? You asked how I came to know about the Ancestral Altar, and my answer was — a Baiyuanian personally told me."
Angel emphasized the "personally" with extra intensity.
Cicia, slightly dazed, sat back on the throne, no longer exuding any presence.
She now understood Angel’s intention. The Primeval Flame was indeed useless to her, for without sensing the Ancestral Altar, how could she even think of revitalizing the Baiyuan?
But if given to a living Baiyuanian outside, that spark could set ablaze the entire prairie.
Thinking of this, Cicia softly said, "You mean to give the Primeval Flame to another Baiyuanian."
Angel nodded, neither confirming nor denying.
Although Angel had given the answer Cicia hoped for, there was still one doubt she could not resolve: "Are there really Baiyuanians still alive out there?"
Clearly, someone once told her that the last Baiyuanian had died.
Bound by an oath, it wouldn’t lie to her.
So, the Baiyuanian Angel mentioned, is it real or not?
Angel did not directly answer Cicia’s question but instead said, "Do you want to meet him?"
Cicia’s eyes lit up: "The Baiyuanian you mentioned is here?"
Angel: "No. I told you, I came unprepared, and my goal wasn’t you."
After a pause, Angel added: "However, even though he didn’t come with me, I might have a way to let you see him and talk face to face."
"Is that so..." Cicia felt a bit disappointed; it would be nice to see him with her own eyes.
"Are you sure he’s a Baiyuanian?"
Angel: "Whether confirmed or not, you can determine it yourself when you see him."
Cicia thought for a moment; this seemed fine. As long as she could see him, even if it’s an illusion, she would have ways to judge if he’s of the same kin.
"I agree to meet him. When can I see him?"
Angel: "Anytime. But before meeting, it requires some time to prepare."
Cicia nodded and didn’t ask what Angel needed to prepare, assuming it’s some tool for remote meeting.
Cicia thought again: "What price do I need to pay?"
...
As Cicia uttered this question, Angel outwardly remained calm, but internally he exhaled a long sigh of relief.
He had done so much, applying pressure and using the Primeval Flame as a lure, all for this question.
Fortunately, despite her somewhat scattered thinking, Cicia understood the rule of "you get what you pay for." Otherwise, Angel would have had to awkwardly ask for compensation, which would look rather unsightly.
Angel raised his eyes and then lowered his brows: "I hope you can answer some questions for me."
Hearing Angel’s request, Cicia felt slightly relieved. Without a request, she would have truly been worried.
Cicia returned to her aloof "Goddess" demeanor, lazily leaning on the throne: "You want to know the secret of Naraku City?"
Angel: "If you’re willing to say, I wouldn’t mind asking. However, what I truly want to know are other questions."
Cicia: "Go ahead and ask, but I can tell you upfront, there are some things I cannot elaborate on, or even speak about. For I have made an oath with a certain Dominator, which helps me to some degree, like providing news from the outside world, and what I have to do is adhere to certain rules. If what you ask falls within these rules, I will not be able to tell you directly."
When Cicia mentioned the last sentence, she raised her eyebrows meaningfully.
Cannot speak directly, but could hint?
Angel wasn’t sure if he understood it correctly, nor did he care about those things he shouldn’t know. What he was concerned about was Cicia’s attitude. Judging from her present attitude toward him, she probably wouldn’t backtrack.
"My first question is, the Dominator you mentioned, is it a Triclops Blue Demon?"