Nine exquisite dragon heads surrounded the little pool, not a single one missing. The largest was fixed to the stone wall, trickling out a slender stream. The water was clear, with a golden sheen beneath the sunlight, and four heads stood on either side.
Little Fatty stood on one of the dragon heads, her plump, lotus-root-like body bent upside down and her large head facing the dragon heads. Her chubby little hands tucked a green leaf into a dragon's mouth, then waited quietly for it to fill with water.
Dongfang Minghui rubbed her eyes, but the scene before her remained. She exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this the Deep Pool inside the Nine Dragon Stone Gate? How did it surface?"
The entire Dragon-Trapping Valley had collapsed. By rights, it should have been buried deep underground. Given how perilous the situation had been, this Deep Pool in particular should have been completely buried beneath rocks from the cavern walls, finally sinking into the depths of the Abyss, never to see daylight again.
"Whoever built the Dragon-Trapping Valley truly had ingenious craftsmanship and a style all their own." Little Lecher recalled the Formation Stones it had touched earlier. Without another word, it also transformed into a chubby baby. Unlike Little Fatty, however, Little Lecher had a small tuft of vine shoots atop its large head, swaying in the breeze with a charm of their own.
When Little Fatty saw Little Lecher, she merely lifted her head curiously, probably not expecting to see another fatty. Then she returned her full attention to catching the water flowing from the dragon's throat.
"Strange. Why does the water inside these dragon heads seem to have dried up?" Apart from the largest head, which still supplied a steady stream, the others seemed to have suffered a drought, releasing