At some point during the night, a light rain began to fall. Fat Tiger shifted onto the stone steps, squatting with his tail curled around himself so his fur would not get wet. The beaver hid between Fat Tiger's front paws, leaning against the tiger's belly for warmth as it gnawed crunch-crunch at a piece of wood. After every couple bites, it looked back, always feeling that the roof of the Princess Mansion's main hall was trembling. Without the protection of the formation, it might have been blown away long ago.
Inside, a certain White who had cursed without pause for half the night finally stopped flying into a rage.
Rong Ru hurriedly offered her spirit tea.
After Bai Yujun finished the tea, her throat felt much better, though she was still furious inside. Narrowing her eyes, she said coldly,
"Any who look down upon my dragon race and demean dragons as mounts or food shall be forever cut off from the dragon race, until eternity itself forgets them. Heh. It is one thing for them to kneel themselves, yet they want to drag the dragon race down to kneel with them. Their slave mentality truly cannot be changed. From this day onward, we shall have nothing to do with one another and walk our separate roads."
"The dragon race will no longer interfere with the wind and rain in the lands where those foul-mouthed slanderers reside. Droughts and floods will have nothing to do with the dragon race. Let nature take its course."
Rong Ru was left dumbfounded by those words. She had not expected the severance to be so clean and absolute.
These were not casual words spoken in anger, but rules with genuine binding force. The words of other dragons would not have meant much, for they