This was when they needed someone of Sword Venerable Jinglin's caliber to hold the fort.
Qiao Ranran stood off to the side with Pei Ling, gazing at the phantom of the verdant Divine Dragon coiled high in the sky. Even in this world, such a sight was a once-in-a-lifetime marvel. Divine Dragons had vanished from the continent tens of millions of years ago. Anyone who wished to glimpse their likeness could find only fragments in murals and totems. Even the one before her was merely a phantom—the sword-shadow of the Azure Dragon Divine Sword.
Yet that phantom, spanning heaven and earth, was enough to leave Qiao Ranran awestruck for the rest of her life.
In her previous life, she had stayed cooped up in her tiny corner of the world. How many beautiful sights had she missed?
"So handsome!" Qiao Ranran murmured.
"Hmm?" Pei Ling looked down at her. "Say that again?"
Qiao Ranran immediately clung to his arm and said with a beaming smile, "I said you're so handsome."
Pei Ling gave a mirthless "Heh."
Only then did Qiao Ranran pull her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "Junior Brother Pei, can you find Doudou?" It was as though a Restriction had been laid over this stretch of sea. Everyone was waiting for the Azure Dragon to emerge from the sea. No one had made a move ahead of time; they kept one another in check, watching for their chance to act.
"I want to know how Doudou is. Is she in danger?"
"Have you forgotten how you tore into Yan Qingsui earlier?"
Of course Doudou was in danger. Otherwise, Qiao Ranran would never have cursed Yan Qingsui up one side and down the other.
"So she really could be in serious danger?" Qiao Ranran's heart sank. She