After bidding Suiren farewell, Yellow Dragon rose in a streak of light, cut through the sea of clouds, and headed for Mount Buzhou, the pillar that held up the sky.
He had only just left the shores of the East Sea when his streak of light abruptly slowed. His figure appeared above the clouds.
At a thought, an azure dragon scale flew out and hovered before him, shedding a soft blue glow.
An aged yet vigorous voice came from it, tinged with teasing. "Little fellow, you came right to my doorstep without stopping to see me. Have you forgotten your old patriarch now that you've become a Sage's disciple?"
"Patriarch, don't accuse me of that. I was afraid of disturbing your cultivation. I'll be there at once," Yellow Dragon replied to the scale.
The scale flashed blue, and a laugh rang out. "Good to know you haven't forgotten me. Come to the Dragon Court. I have something to discuss with you." The glow faded, and the scale flew back into Yellow Dragon's hand.
Surprise flickered across Yellow Dragon's face. The patriarch must have sensed the aura he had revealed among the Human Race. Come to think of it, I haven't returned to the Dragon Race in tens of thousands of years. I should go see him—and find out what he wants.
After a brief pause, he changed course. His streak of light traced a straight line toward the East Sea.
Above the East Sea, Yellow Dragon checked the Dragon Court's location, then plunged into the deep-blue water. Following the sensation that guided him, he descended through layer upon layer of seawater to the abyss below. The illusory gate of the Dragon Clan Ancestral Court still stood out against the darkness, countless mysterious runes flowing across its surface.
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