What About Next Year?

Meng Nanxi sat at the dining table. The golden afterglow of the setting sun fell across her wine-red hair, refracting scarlet and gold light that made her already breathtaking face even more beautiful.

A Silver Fox and a Silver Dragon lay on the table before her. The Silver Dragon looked as though it had been cast from Silver Water, its body glinting with silver light. Like a dog, it stretched out its silver tongue and kept licking the palm Meng Nanxi used to stroke its head. Song Zhiyan, Song Zhiyi, and the others, who were also petting the dragon and fox alongside Meng Nanxi, were completely ignored by the Silver Dragon.

"What's with this damned dragon?"

Jiang Chuan was rather baffled. The Silver Dragon had barely acknowledged him, so why was it acting like this toward Meng Nanxi?

Noticing Jiang Chuan's arrival, Meng Nanxi stopped stroking the dragon's head and smiled radiantly. "Jiang Chuan, you're back."

"You refined this dragon?" Jiang Chuan carefully sensed it and discovered that the Silver Dragon's aura was connected to Meng Nanxi's.

"When I fought the demon beasts and unleashed the Azure Dragon Shines Upon the World phenomenon, this Silver Dragon came running over to acknowledge me as its master," Meng Nanxi answered.

"This dragon was probably refined by the True Dragon Race of the Immortal Realm. That azure dragon from Azure Dragon Shines Upon the World must hold an extremely high status within the True Dragon Race, which is why this Silver Dragon turned into such a bootlicking dragon," the Silver Fox voiced its speculation.

"Damned dragon!"

Jiang Chuan folded his arms over his chest. Remembering how the Silver Dragon had ignored him, he felt even more displeased.

"What is this damned dragon's true body?"

"The Vajra Hoop."

Meng Nanxi sighed. "The Vajra Hoop