Discussing Plans

Once the relationship between the two broke through to another level, all the barriers and distance between them vanished, replaced by a tacit understanding as though their hearts were linked.

A single word, a single gesture, even a single glance could convey the depth of the other's affection and feelings.

Ding Ling silently sheathed her curved saber at her waist, blinked her vividly colored eyes, and said,

"Alright, you can say whatever you want now, can't you? I've entrusted my whole self to you—are you still not at ease?"

Still, she was curious about what Duàn Yì wanted to say. He was treating it with such solemn gravity; who knew what secret it might be?

Duàn Yì awkwardly rubbed his chin, its stiff stubble scratching his fingers. Yet that emotion lasted only an instant before excitement took its place. He asked,

"Ding Ling, have you heard of the Divine Dragon of the East Sea?"

Tales of Divine Dragons had existed since ancient times—or rather, records of them existed from the founding of Great Xia and even from the dynasties before it.

Moreover, the emperors of every dynasty were called True Dragon Sons of Heaven, while dragons represented supreme nobility and unmatched supremacy.

Calling them divine beasts would not have been an exaggeration; thus, dragons were also known as Divine Dragons.

Of course, Duàn Yì had made himself quite clear. The Divine Dragon of the East Sea was not some illusory reference, but a living creature truly called a dragon—flesh and blood, intelligence, just like the myriad beasts of the mountains.

A flash of surprise crossed Ding Ling's eyes. The blush lingering on her face swiftly faded, leaving her delicate skin white as frost and snow. She frowned and said,

"Of course I have. Dragons roam the great seas. Though all