A certain dragon once again displayed Voldemort's flair for groveling.
Purple-robed Fairy Maiden and Dong Yong's unforgettable Celestial Maiden pairing? Whatever. If she wanted to descend to the mortal world and marry, she was welcome to do as she pleased. In any case, this dragon had no plans to patrol Xixi Town lately. Even if she did go, she would make several Spatial Jumps and flee farther away—dizziness and blurred vision would be worth it. She could not afford to provoke them.
As one of the few variables, she was indeed quite proud; the number of times she was schemed against had steadily decreased.
The problem was that becoming a variable in a muddleheaded haze gave conspirators a headache.
On a floating immortal mountain, drifting clouds stretched like a sea. A cool waterfall plunged downward, its droplets scattering into mist, a white ribbon hanging from the sky. Behind the waterfall, upon slick wet rocks, lay a languid figure, blissfully enjoying the clear immortal spring to escape the summer heat.
With Spirit Grass clamped between her lips, she muttered to herself.
"I think... I know why the dragon race is on the brink of extinction. Those who practice power tactics and put conspiracies above all else would never allow variables to exist. The phoenix race is probably much the same."
"I still have to keep lying low, sigh~"
She tilted her head, wearing an expression of utter despair, then chewed up the Spirit Grass and swallowed it.
"The Seven Fairy Maidens have been working very hard lately~"
Turning her head, she could see another floating immortal isle nearby, covered in medicinal gardens. Fairy maidens in rainbow-hued robes crouched amid the fields tending immortal herbs and Spirit Grass, waving their little shovels as they worked frantically. Exactly—those pampered greenhouse flowers had turned