The space within the stone stele's restriction was vast and empty. Rather than being flooded with Black Water like the outside world, it was remarkably dry, permeated by a faint salty, fishy smell.
Lu Feng stared at the two dragons and one human who had entered, his gaze finally settling on Qingtian's dragon form.
Like Tang Yuan, he could not help falling into a brief stupor.
Only after seeing Qingtian's true dragon form clearly did the confusion in his heart finally unravel.
So it was such a mismatched blend of good and bad from top to bottom. No wonder the traces back then had been so strange.
Out of respect, Lu Feng did not reveal much emotion.
Yet Qingtian still caught the barely suppressed amusement in his expression.
"If you want to laugh, then laugh," Qingtian said helplessly, lifting his handsome dragon head. "Forget you all—even I laugh at myself for quite a while whenever I look in the mirror and see my reflection on the water. After all these years, I'm used to it."
Nan You Ling slowly returned to human form, though her aura was slightly waning.
Lu Feng looked curiously at Qingtian. "You're not changing back?"
Nan You Ling sighed. "Whenever a beast form transforms into human form, there is always a period of weakness. Our strength does not regress too much, but we still lose twenty to thirty percent of it. Usually, I transform first while White Bro watches over me. He only transforms once it is safe."
Qingtian agreed, "My situation is somewhat special. I become even weaker after returning to human form. In the worst cases, less than one-tenth of my strength remains. The dangers here are unknown, so it is better to maintain my beast form for now."
Tang Yuan had by then