So Fucking Jealous

February 4th, Geng Xin Day.

Purple clouds floated atop the sky, faint golden light bursting forth.

The snow piled on the roof tiles split open, its soft scraping and sliding carrying far through the quiet morning.

Light shone down through the paper windows. In the hall, the River Otter grabbed its companion's fur, kicked wildly a few times, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

Unlike the Grand Court Assembly, which began before dawn, a sacrifice to Heaven and Earth naturally had to wait for broad daylight, when the sun shone brightly.

In the inner room.

Awei rested atop a jade bamboo tube, while Little Mirage Dragon coiled before a bronze mirror, swaying its body with enchanting flair.

One moment it posed as a majestic coiled dragon; the next, a claw-waving flying dragon.

Perhaps things truly reversed at their extreme.

Ever since the Mirage Worm had become Little Mirage Dragon, it had grown remarkably vain. Whenever it saw a mirror, it had to crowd up close for a few looks.

Liang Qu had not paid much attention at first. He got up, dressed, and washed. But as he passed the bronze mirror, his gaze abruptly halted.

Wait.

Today's Little Mirage Dragon was a little different...

He examined it for quite some time.

"Where did those dragon horns come from?"

Little Mirage Dragon struck poses and flaunted itself, every gesture brimming with charm. Completely immersed in admiring itself, it never noticed Liang Qu looming over it and reaching down with a large hand.

A pair of white-jade dragon horns gleamed atop its head, fierce and peerless.

They clearly had not been there yesterday.

Curious, Liang Qu reached out, pinched a horn, and gave it a slight squeeze.

Puff! The dragon horn exploded into faint white smoke, slipping away through his