Misty mountains lay hidden, waterfalls spilled into deep pools, withered pines hung upside down, and jagged cliffs rose one upon another.
Vast clouds churned and surged, fine rain fell without end, and rolling peaks lay veiled beneath dark green mountain ranges.
Dark clouds blotted out the sun. The sun itself could not be seen; only a faint glow somewhere in the heavens was visible, while the dawn could not pierce the heavy cloud layer.
Terraced fields overlapped in layers, clear water reflected the sky, and many busy figures could be seen. It was the height of the farming season. After all, most people in the world were ordinary folk.
A middle-aged man straightened up and wiped away his sweat. He walked to the ridge between the fields, picked up a cup of water, and drank. His peripheral vision happened to catch the sky, and whatever he saw nearly froze his body stiff.
"Dragon..."
Hearing the sound, others raised their heads as well and witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
The thick gray cloud layer roiled. White scales gleamed like polished jade, and a colossal body flickered in and out of sight. Simply looking at it brought an oppressive force that made one feel unable to breathe.
"The True Dragon has appeared!"
"Dragon God, bless me so I can pick up money on my way home."
"A dragon? Where is there a dragon? It has to be fake, right?"
"Look at the sky..."
Some looked around in every direction, some argued endlessly, and even more knelt upon the ground, praying for the True Dragon's protection.
The gray storm clouds continued to churn. In the blink of an eye, the enormous white figure vanished without a trace. Yet it would not simply fade away; perhaps,