"But..." Di Tian wanted to say more, but something suddenly occurred to him, and he closed his mouth.
As a subject, he could not defy his superior. That was a rule etched into the very bones of the Dragon Clan.
Since Qi Ji had told him to do this, Di Tian intended to obey.
He lowered his head, swallowing all his questions and worries. Yet a suppressed gleam still flickered in his dark gold, slit-pupiled eyes.
Hundreds of thousands of years of waiting, hundreds of thousands of years of lying low—he had finally glimpsed the dawn of the Dragon Clan's revival, only to be gently stopped by a single "You can rest now."
Di Tian would have been lying if he said he was not disappointed, but he also knew that his superior's will was not to be questioned.
"All right... Leave things here to me. I'll give them a surprise." Qi Ji looked in the direction Di Tian had been watching.
There were Tang Wuling and Gu Yuena, whom he had not seen in five years.
Five years had passed, and both had completely shed their childishness. They were now truly young women who radiated mature feminine charm with every move.
They stood beside an arena not far away, seemingly chatting after a sparring match.
Sunlight fell over them, one dazzling gold, the other cool silver, like a painting.
Gu Yuena still had long silver hair and violet eyes, clear and deep as amethysts.
Five years had passed, yet Gu Yuena seemed unchanged.
For the Silver Dragon King, whose age was measured in hundreds of thousands of years at the very least, a mere five years might indeed leave no mark at all.
Her appearance, her bearing, even the way she stood were exactly as they had been five