It turned out that many of Zhu Juntang's nonsensical remarks had become prophecies.
On the first day of the Qingming Festival, Liu Chang'an was taking her to an amusement park. She had excitedly turned into a little sheep to find him, and that was when they had discussed how dragons ought to sound.
"Did you pass on the ability to turn into a dragon that goes baa to me?"
"No!"
"I don't believe you! If I ever learn to turn into a dragon, I'll go baa too!"
"..."
"Maybe some dragons really do sound like that."
What Liu Chang'an had not expected was that, three days later, she really had learned to turn into a dragon—and she truly was a dragon that went baa the moment she opened her mouth!
Upon hearing the little white dragon's dragon cry, the giant dragon's body swayed unsteadily. He could barely maintain his pose of a cloud dragon craning its head forward, and nearly fell onto the floor.
The giant dragon felt extremely conflicted, both delighted and annoyed.
He was delighted because she truly had learned to become a dragon, and one look was enough to tell that she was his offspring.
Even if she had not inherited everything perfectly, she was not far off. Given enough time, she would surely grow up and directly double the dragon race's population.
When she had first learned to become a sheep, he had been very pleasantly surprised. Yet all he could conclude then was that she had received some sort of inheritance from him and gained some of his abilities.
Becoming a dragon carried a far deeper significance. It was also the strongest proof that she was his descendant.
Turning into a sheep was merely a shapeshifting ability. After all, compared with sheep, the human body's