"Eh?" Hearing this voice, Ao Ling first froze, then a constrained look appeared on her face. Turning around, she saw an enormous divine dragon. Its scales were dark and dull, and cold, gloomy air pervaded its body, carrying an aura of chill and decay.
Yet Ao Ling was not especially surprised. After her initial shock, she composed herself and said softly, "So Uncle Wang has come. I never expected Father King to send you."
The enormous dragon remained still, merely shifting its gaze as it transmitted a thought: "I was not sent here. I was already in this place. It is only that I am now old and frail, and my senses are far inferior to what they once were. I did not even realize that you had come to Donghua, niece."
As that thought arrived, two cold gazes fell upon Ao Ling, making her shudder all over. It felt as though a basin of icy water had been poured over her head, chilling her to the bone in an instant.
Fortunately, Ao Ling's bloodline was extraordinary. Her dragon blood stirred within her, producing waves of warmth that dispersed the chill. At the same time, she said, "Uncle Wang means... you have always lived in Donghua? How is that possible? With such a dragon body, how could you reside peacefully in Donghua?"
"A dragon lurks in the abyss, but when it moves, it reaches the Nine Heavens," the giant dragon transmitted again, its thought tinged with a sigh. "Back then, knowing that my life would not last much longer—perhaps not even a thousand years—I left my nest. In the unseen, I glimpsed a thread of heavenly mystery, so I settled here in Donghua. I separated a wisp of my dragon soul and turned it into a Well Dragon King, inhaling