"Are you not afraid?"
Xia Ping looked curiously at the little dragon girl.
"What is there to fear? Fate guided me here to find you. Anyone who comes to me will surely find safety, and the bad guys who hurt me will suffer misfortune."
The little dragon girl spoke.
Her voice seemed to form a strange resonance with heaven and earth. Vaguely, Xia Ping felt as though he had formed a karmic connection with the little dragon girl—a thread of karma, imperceptible even to the soul, linking the two of them.
If he had not possessed the Book of Karma, he likely would not have sensed such an anomaly.
Thump!
Expressionless, Xia Ping reached out and gave the little dragon girl a solid knock on the head.
The pain made the little dragon girl cry out, "Bad guy, what are you doing? Why did you hit me?" She glared at Xia Ping indignantly, clearly never expecting this fellow to actually dare do such a thing.
"I just wanted to ask whether fate told you I would knock you on the head."
Xia Ping rubbed his chin. He found this little dragon girl exceedingly strange; she seemed to possess some unfathomable abilities.
Moreover, those Dragon Race Saints had seemed to call her a Fate Dragon just now. It sounded rather special. Could this little dragon girl be connected to the power of fate?
"How could fate concern itself with such trivial matters? You bad guy, do you know whose head you just knocked? I am the great Fate Dragon, a great holy dragon who holds the fates of all living beings in my grasp! Sooner or later, I'll become the master of Dragon God Palace too. Why aren't you hurrying up to worship me?"
The little dragon girl was so angry