Looking out from inside the hall.
A pair of snow-white dragon horns emerged beyond the Golden Palace Gate, followed by a pair of lovely eyes. They looked around before finally settling on the dragon throne at the deepest end. Her lashes fluttered, yet even True Sight found it difficult to see through.
The dense dragon might was no sham. The same dragon horns, pointed ears, and long dragon tail.
"Senior?"
Her voice echoed, but no reply came.
Seeing this, Bai Yujun simply stepped into the hall. Her steps were slow. Her white cloth boots crossed the Gold and Jade Bricks. After a brief moment of thought, she rose half a foot into the air and drifted deeper into the hall, soundless as a ghost. She carefully observed the tall man on the dragon throne. He appeared to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, his head lowered and his eyes shut.
The enormous pillars on either side shimmered with flowing light. The small figure floated past them, as though passing through strands of history...
She drifted before the imposing stairs, stopping ten zhang from the dragon throne. Steadying herself, she tilted her head and curiously watched the motionless, bowed man.
The tall body fit the dragon throne perfectly. For Bai Moulong, however, the dragon throne was more like a soft couch. If she sat on it, she could neither lean against the backrest nor let her feet touch the ground.
What did it feel like? His dragon horns were different from hers.
The dragon horns atop her head were snow-white. Though branched, they were rounded, smooth, and gentle.
His dragon horns had more branches.
Their tips were sharper.
The enormous, razor-sharp dragon horns on his head radiated formidable might. Moreover, his dragon tail was longer, nearly coiling around the dragon throne before