Revival

Coiling Dragon Lake · Cloudwatching Pavilion

Boom! Amid the unbroken black clouds, a brilliant flash came first, followed by a thunderous roar. Darkness returned, leaving only the downpour, its soybean-sized drops pattering sharply against the blue bricks of the bridge by the shore.

Not far from Cloudwatching Pavilion, waves surged up and crashed heavily against the boulders. A merchant caravan, unaware of what was happening, hurried along the roadside, calling, "We can't stop here. The old Sha family inn is just ahead."

"It's a famous hundred-year-old inn, with a building out front and rooms in back. We'll have somewhere to stay if we make it there."

A group stood inside Cloudwatching Pavilion, yet none of the merchants hurrying past nearby gave them a second glance.

It was not that they lacked curiosity. They simply could not see them at all.

This was not actually a group of people, but foxes who had come from Green Hill.

The members of the Qingqiu Fox Tribe who could take human form and defend themselves stood by the shore, their expressions grave. The fox demon leading them was striking, with eyes so bright that a single glance seemed capable of seeing through anyone. Now, gazing at the sky, those eyes had dimmed somewhat.

The leader remained silent, saying nothing.

The foxes behind their leader, however, felt sympathy for what the Young Dragon was enduring.

"Heaven is heartless, and so are humans!" The fox who spoke was clearly bitter about how humans turned their backs without a shred of feeling.

Naturally, this referred to both the former dynasty and the present one.

In the end, the people's hatred was understandable. The floods truly had ravaged the land and taken lives. Yet whether under the former Wei Dynasty or the current Zheng Dynasty, the Dragon Palace