South Sea, Golden Scorpion Island.
Within a quiet courtyard, Wang Qingling was feeding the Icewind Dragon. One lively ice-element demon fish after another was swallowed into its belly. Its appetite was enormous.
To curry favor with Wang Qingling, Qian Jiarun had sent clan members to capture ice-element fish demons in the nearby seas.
The Icewind Dragon was indeed worthy of being a flood dragon; its recovery ability was rather strong. After more than a month of recuperation, its injuries had fully healed.
The mountain-like pile of fish demons was quickly devoured by the Icewind Dragon. It let out a satisfied roar and lay down beside Wang Qingling.
"Little White, do you think we can repel the Demon Race's attack? In this battle, who knows how many clan members will be killed or wounded."
Wang Qingling muttered to herself. Aside from the three of them, the Wang Family had also dispatched quite a few low-level cultivators.
The Icewind Dragon could not understand Wang Qingling's words. It obediently lay beside her, serving as a listener.
"Ah, it would've been nice if Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt had joined the battle. I heard fighting has also broken out in the Eastern Wasteland. I wonder if Seventh Brother is all right. He's a Sword Cultivator, and he's also the Carefree Swordmaster's Disciple-in-Name. He should be fine, right, Little White?"
Wang Qingling spoke to herself, sharing some of her innermost thoughts with the Icewind Dragon. Naturally, the Icewind Dragon could not understand, and merely lay obediently by her side.
Suddenly, a tremendous boom rang out, and the ground began to shake violently.
Before long, alarms blared as streak after streak of light shot into the sky.
"This is bad. There might be enemies attacking. Little White, let's go take a look."
Wang Qingling leaped onto