Little White Dragon opened his mouth.
"How... is that possible...?"
His voice was hoarse, tinged with disbelief.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
He clearly had the strength.
He clearly had the divine powers.
But he just... could not unleash them.
He closed his eyes and examined himself from within.
His dragon essence was abundant.
His meridians were unobstructed.
His bloodline power was completely intact.
Everything was normal.
Far too normal.
Yet he simply could not summon rain.
This was wrong.
This was terribly wrong.
He turned his gaze to Tiger Strength Immortal, above whose head an emoji resembling a mocking expression appeared.
Before he could recover from those emotions—
"Have you had enough?"
A voice came from below.
Tiger Strength Immortal stood on the ritual platform.
His arms were folded across his chest.
A victor's faint smile played at the corner of his mouth.
"You've been standing there for half an incense stick's worth of time."
"You haven't said a single word."
"You haven't made a single move."
"Where's the rain?"
He raised a hand and pointed at the sky.
Not a cloud stretched across its vast expanse.
"Where is your rain?"
"I..."
Little White Dragon opened his mouth.
He could not get a single word out.
Tiger Strength Immortal sneered.
"Nothing to say now?"
"Weren't you putting on quite a show just now?"
"Turning into a dragon, roaring like a dragon."
"Making such a tremendous commotion."
"And what came of it?"
He swept his gaze around and faced the people.
"Everyone!"
"You all saw it!"
"He turned into a dragon!"
"A real dragon!"
"His roar shook the heavens!"
"But where's the rain?"
"Not even a single drop!"
The people exchanged looks.
The moment Little White Dragon had transformed into a dragon had indeed stunned everyone.