The sunlight in the valley was just right. A warm breeze carried the scent of grass and trees, mixed with the babyish roars of young dragons.
Leng Yaozhu froze for a moment and followed the sound with her eyes. Her eyelid twitched sharply.
On the grass in the middle of the valley, a tall man in a black-patterned robe was squatting down, with three or four plump baby dragons hanging all over him. A little dark dragon with pitch-black scales clung to his left shoulder, a rock-armored dragon hatchling hugged his right arm, and a wind-winged dragon whose wings had not fully grown sat on his leg. A whole circle of others gathered around his feet, raising their little heads to stare at him eagerly.
The man's face was filled with smiles. Where was the majesty of the Soul Beast God of the Star Dou Great Forest? He looked exactly like some uncle next door watching children.
Who else could it be but Di Tian?
"Uncle Di Tian, Uncle Di Tian, tell us the story of beating up the Asura God three times again!"
The little wind-winged dragon on his lap fluttered its wings, tugged at his collar with its tiny claws, and called out in a childish voice.
The little dark dragon beside it nodded as well, its tail swishing with sharp smacks. "Yes, yes! The one you told us last time, where the Asura God got beaten so badly that he lost his trident!"
Di Tian's eyes crinkled with delight. He reached out and rubbed the little wind-winged dragon's head, and a thread of gentle dark origin power seeped from his fingertips, slipping through the little fellow's scales and nourishing it until it squinted in comfort.
"Alright, then I'll tell it again."
Di Tian cleared his throat, deliberately