Dust Spirit Province.
Ever since the Black Demon Jiaolong Clan chose to submit to the Dark Dragon Clan, their ancestral lands had lost their former bustle. Most of the clansmen had previously followed the ancestor and the others to Dragon City, the Dark Dragon Clan's territory.
Now, only a portion of the clansmen remained to guard the Black Demon Jiaolong Clan's lands.
Unlike the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan, the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan preferred flat, open terrain, so they had established their territory amid a stretch of plains.
The sunlight was brilliant, and a gentle breeze drifted by.
A little jiaolong sneaked out from within the clan territory.
He was only as tall as a human child of seven or eight, his entire body covered in fine, dark scales, with two tiny horns growing from the top of his head.
Watching the multicolored butterflies, he grinned, dragging his slender tail as he skipped after them.
Sensing his movements, several butterflies were startled and swiftly flew ahead just a second before his little hand could grab them.
"Missed again... Don't run."
His cheeks puffed up in anger as he let out a string of unintelligible cries.
Suddenly, he lunged forward. Before the little jiaolong could even react, he tumbled into a clump of weeds.
"Huh..."
He blinked his large eyes and looked down, spotting a slender, jade-like arm.
A woman in white lay on the ground, her face deathly pale. It was her arm that had tripped him.
The little jiaolong looked puzzled and cautiously approached the woman in white.
"Save me..."
The woman suddenly opened her eyes and spoke weakly.
Before the little jiaolong could react, her head tilted to one side, and she fell unconscious once more.
The little jiaolong flailed his arms and legs in fright, babbling