The river water was murky.
Yue Huaiyuan gripped the Black Gold Spear and, buoyed by the current, slowly swam back.
The enormous corpse of the Black Flood Dragon floated motionless in the water, dragon blood still gushing out and staining a vast stretch of river red.
Dead.
It was really dead.
The great general of Yuhang looked at the scene before him, his gaze finally settling on the silver-white figure.
The young woman held a dark, heavy saber. Her slender frame looked especially tiny beside the corpse, which was as large as a mountain.
Yet that tiny body held the might to slay a dragon.
Yue Huaiyuan felt no joy at all. Instead, an indescribable bitterness welled up inside him.
If only...
If only the older generation of Great Tang had been a little more resolute.
Then how could a seventeen-year-old girl have been left to shoulder such a heavy burden?
He let out a sigh from the depths of his heart and put away his spear.
He swam over to Jiang Yuechu, pointed at the murky water above them, then at the enormous corpse beside them.
Then he waved his hand.
His expression was grave, with a hint of warning.
The meaning was clear.
Though the beast was dead, its corpse was a huge problem.
She absolutely must not think of taking the corpse to the court to claim credit.
It would be best to destroy all evidence and pretend it had gone missing.
Jiang Yuechu understood his look.
She not only felt no resentment, but a smile flickered in her eyes.
Just what I wanted.
Jiang Yuechu gave a slight nod to show she understood.
Then.
Under Yue Huaiyuan's astonished gaze.
The young woman slowly parted her red lips and sucked sharply toward the enormous dragon corpse.
Vmmm—!!!