The white tassel hanging from the umbrella handle was exquisite.
The umbrella canopy, ink-dyed and painted, depicted a full moon shining over rivers, towers, and pavilions. In an instant, a lustrous white silver moon with a powerful sense of depth hung in the sky; a river surged across the ground, and lofty towers by its banks seemed close enough to pluck the stars.
Moonlight illuminated the surroundings, and the former gloom vanished. Bai Yujun's painting had reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Gray Shadow gazed at the full moon, seemingly nostalgic.
"Who would have thought a mere Wild Dragon from the lower realm possessed such masterful artistry? I will say it once more: you should not have come here. I have said all there is to say. Take care of yourselves."
Gray Shadow scattered like smoke, vanishing without a trace.
Bai Yujun furrowed her delicate brows. By rights, it should have been a tomb guardian, an avatar made with scales and dragon blood infused with dragon aura, protecting the mausoleum from disturbance. Though dragons should return to heaven and earth after falling, there would inevitably be those greedy souls unwilling to leave this world behind.
There should have been dragon bones here, yet there were none.
Nor were there any of the peculiar phenomena formed after a dragon's death. It was as ordinary as a human emperor's tomb. Something felt wrong with this mausoleum; it might fool other Gods and Devils or demons, but it could not fool Bai Yujun.
True Sight could not see through it.
Her eyes gazed into the past and future, but the images were blurred.
After all, it had been built by the Ancient Dragon Clan. As a dragon herself, she was inevitably constrained, especially since everything about the other party seemed specifically aimed at dragonkind.