Flood Dragon King

It was a woman.

She wore a long dress woven from some unknown silvery-white water silk, its hem flowing with a watery sheen, dotted with tiny pale-blue mother-of-pearl and pearls like stars.

With her appearance, the room seemed to fill with the fresh, faintly salty scent of an ocean breeze.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin whiter than snow, her brows and eyes gentle as water. Her dark hair was loosely gathered with an antique, elegant shell ornament, while two small pearls shimmering with rainbow hues hung beside her ears.

Most striking of all were her eyes—clear as the purest seawater, yet seeming to hold endless starlight. As her gaze shifted, ripples flowed through her eyes, carrying the rhythm of ebbing and rising tides.

She stood barefoot upon the water's surface, her ankles slender and her toes round as pearls. Standing atop the waves, she remained untouched by a speck of dust.

There was no overwhelming spiritual pressure around her. Instead, she possessed a sense of harmony, as though she naturally blended with the surrounding water essence and even this heaven and earth itself. It was as if she belonged here, a part of the water, an elf amid the night.

She looked toward Xu Yuan, who stood quietly inside the window, his expression having shifted from vigilance to gravity and scrutiny. The corners of her lips curved into a gentle, apologetic smile. Her voice was ethereal and pleasing, carrying the cadence of water ripples. "Forgive my presumptuous visit in the dead of night, disturbing Lord Xu's peace and quiet. It was truly not my intention. I hope you will be magnanimous."

She gave a slight bow, her bearing elegant and natural, devoid of hostility. Instead, she carried an innate affinity that made it difficult for anyone to bear