"Boom!"
A thunderclap shook the sky, making it tremble slightly. He had thought he could not hear the voices of people as tiny as ants on the ground, yet somehow, delighted cries reached him from afar: "The rain is here! The Dragon King is here!"
"Awooo-" The Young Dragon flew through the clouds and mist, his concealed body swimming nimbly as he let out a joyful cry.
The dragon's cry reverberated in all directions, sending ripple after ripple through the air. A dense band of heavy clouds surged and rolled, continuing onward.
"Very good!"
Compared with the Young Dragon's Dragon Procession he had witnessed last time, this one was far steadier.
That steadiness was a profoundly subtle sensation.
Rain was still falling, wind was still blowing, and clouds and mist were still churning, yet Su Ziji's eyes could pierce countless illusions and see the scene closest to the truth.
Under his gaze at that moment, nothing could hide.
The water vapor was like soldiers who had been enlisted for some time, shedding the awkwardness and insubordination of new recruits and becoming obedient.
It was continually being directed. Though it had not yet reached the level of "elite troops," it was already fit for battle.
"Awooo-" The Young Dragon cried again. The connection between Su Ziji and the Young Dragon performing the Dragon Procession was clear and close. Their energies intertwined, circulating strand by strand and undergoing subtle transformations.
Su Ziji had already cultivated the Coiling Dragon Heart Method to its pinnacle, yet it had never seemed particularly useful. Now, in an instant, it came "alive." Somewhere beyond perception, something seemed to rush toward him and plunge headlong into the Coiling Dragon Heart Method.
This "inrush" was not an appearance and merging on the physical plane. It ought to have been