Whoosh, whoosh!
The "ball" shot up and down through the air.
Old Toad bounced along, kicked off with both legs, and suddenly leaped from the wooden building. His shadow Shifted onto the river surface, where he spun through the air like a spinning top more than ten times before plopping roundly into the Great Marsh.
Splash! Little Mirage Dragon blocked the surging spray. Just as it was about to look over, a fiery red feather poked out of the water and nearly jabbed into its nostril. It hastily retreated and coiled around Long E Ying's forearm.
Upon hearing that it was greatly auspicious, Long Binglin, who had been watching the divination, was even more excited than Liang Qu himself. He stepped forward to help Old Toad up.
"Frog Elder, is counterattacking the Dragon Palace truly greatly auspicious?"
Having wandered outside for decades, the Dragonfolk had suffered under the Flood Dragon for far too long! "Counterattack? Counterattack what?" Old Toad snorted Water Mist from his nostrils. He shook the long plume atop his head and rattled the Silver Bell in his hand. "Greedy! What do you take this Elder for, some all-knowing heavenly book? You think I can divine whatever you want?"
As if struck by a club to the head, Long Binglin flushed with shame, not knowing what to do.
"Work divine arts, bind primordial chaos; reverse the plain spirit light within heaven and earth, and let the formless pass everywhere."
The moment Liang Qu spoke, he drew everyone's eyes.
Long E Ying's lips curved upward uncontrollably. She scratched the Third Prince beneath the chin, knowing her husband had begun chanting again.
"It is not that we are greedy. It is simply that Frog Duke is no ordinary frog. With the knowledge in his belly, he pried open the entire