As the enormous dragon-shaped warship slowly descended, Ruo Xuan, who had been resting in the cabin, was jolted awake.
The little girl rubbed her bleary eyes and walked out.
She was small and delicate. Her neatly arranged hair had become somewhat disheveled from tossing and turning in her sleep.
Several strands of dark hair had fallen from her bun, clinging to the girl's flushed cheeks.
The little girl wore an emerald-green dress, its collar and cuffs embroidered with pale patterns that made her look even more exquisitely carved, like a porcelain doll.
She yawned as she walked, a misty sheen still veiling her large eyes, making her appear adorably guileless.
The ship swayed slightly. She steadied herself against the cabin door and curiously craned her head outside.
All around them, the gray-white mist grew denser and denser, like layer upon layer of heavy gauze curtains shrouding heaven and earth.
The mist churned ceaselessly. As the airflow tore open a slit, the dark mountain ridges and jagged, grotesque rocks below could vaguely be seen.
Ruo Xuan's eyes widened. From the mist, she sensed a trace of an extremely unpleasant aura.
It was as though the demonic power within her was rejecting everything around her, and as though everything around her was rejecting her, a member of the Dark Dragon Clan.
It was an indescribable feeling, deeply uncomfortable.
"Where have we arrived?" she muttered softly.
The moment her words fell, a tall figure silently emerged from the shadows of the cabin.
Black Jade Qilin was powerfully built, a full head taller than ordinary people, his muscular lines seeming forged from iron.
His face was cold and resolute, his eyes as deep as dark pools, devoid of any emotion.
He glanced at the little girl and said in a muffled voice, "Master has