"Your Excellency, you are mistaken. There are three Dragon Kings under heaven; one still remains."
"There are three Dragon Kings; one still remains..."
"One still remains..."
The Pufferfish's words echoed through his mind, looping over and over. Lying in his three-courtyard mansion, Fat Catfish could not sleep no matter how he tossed and turned. After pondering half the night, he finally drowsily came up with a plan. Four words filled his mind.
Use dragons to control dragons.
He lit the Jellyfish Lamp, jumped down from the jade bed, and came before the silver mirror his underlings had offered up to curry favor. He raised his head and puffed out his chest, using both fins to hold up his long whiskers. Drifting airily, he had the bearing of a chancellor—a fish with a splendid beard. Were these not dragon whiskers?
Looking again at his build, he was sturdy and powerful, with the bearing of a great general—the very proof that he was dragonkind with Dragon King blood.
And this tail, spreading like spilled ink, fluffy and full—was that not a dragon tail as well?
It was just a little too black.
He turned a circle before the mirror.
The Dragon Sturgeon and Dragonfolk were all white, their skin like rendered jade. Only his back was black and his belly white, utterly out of place.
But that was fine. A Black Dragon was still a dragon!
"Master, I called my brother over. Heavenly Fire Sect is so far from Suyu Pavilion—it takes half a month to travel there. What exactly is the matter? Oh! Isn't this my senior brother?"
Within the peach grove, Lao Mengyao skipped along, bringing Lao Yingtian to the largest peach tree in the center.
Called senior brother by Lao Mengyao, Xi Ziyu scratched the back of his