The sea heaved in monstrous waves beneath an unending storm.
A brief stay in the Dragon Palace prison had in fact taken three full days. Giant waves rose high, then crashed heavily down; the vast ocean drifted and surged. Suddenly, the seawater in one place stood still. Bai Yujun emerged from the water and stepped upon the sea. The waves, restored with energy, lifted her slender figure ever higher.
The enormous wave towered like a mountain peak.
It remained suspended at that height without falling. Lightning continuously lit the darkness around it, while the storm stood guard.
To others, this storm-wracked ocean was terrifying. To Bai Yujun, it was like a peaceful, comforting harbor. She needed no shelter from wind or rain, letting the rain strike her face and soak her long hair as the wind whipped her draped ribbons wildly about.
The rain was cold, and so was her lovely face.
The imprisoned Four Seas Dragon Kings left Bai Yujun disappointed.
They had been suppressed for too long, after all. Though they could obtain news from the outside through certain means, they still could not escape the changes in mentality brought on by extreme circumstances: anxiety, repression, fear, hesitation. The more wretched they became, the more they needed the glory of their ancestors and bloodline to uphold their pitiful dignity.
The storm roared as though the River of Heaven had poured down.
If she could, she truly wanted to remain here and savor the sea, the fierce wind, the rain, and the lightning to her heart's content.
Perhaps that was simply what dragons were like.
"Ah..."
She had originally planned to make an effort before the great calamity, undo the seals, and release these four kin.
Yet the greater the hope, the deeper the disappointment. A simple conversation had