Candlelight could not reach the ground.
Light gleamed on the dragon's snout, reflecting the falling snow. Standing beneath its head, one could not see the candles. The giant dragon was like a statue, silently watching over this frigid snowy night without even opening its eyes.
Bai Yujun was still in deep sleep, retaining only a thread of awareness.
She had already saved them. The rest was difficult to handle; duty was duty.
Besides...
The entire matter carried a strange stench.
"Great Divine Dragon, I beg you to save my grandson and me. Cough, cough... The Gloomy Cold Land is fraught with danger. Please point us toward a path of survival. This old man is willing to toil like an ox and a horse to repay the grace of saving our lives!"
After speaking, he slammed his head to the ground, dragging the frail little boy down with him. Ice shards cut their foreheads.
The sound of kowtowing was especially distinct amid the snow as the old man and child continued without pause...
After a long while.
"This is the North Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Court. Beyond it lies the Gloomy Cold Land, feared by Gods and Devils. There is no road forward or back. How do you expect this dragon to point you toward a path of survival?"
The voice was deafening, low and heavy as thunder.
The old man stared wide-eyed and froze all over.
"Could... could this old man take his grandson through the Heavenly Court and return to the mortal world?"
"Enter the Heavenly Court?"
The divine dragon seemed to have heard an amusing joke and did not know whether to laugh or cry. If it were that simple, things would be much easier.
"This dragon was ordered to guard the North Heavenly Gate, watch over