Yi Shuyuan did not rush to turn around. At a time like this, staying calm mattered most. He gripped the Folding Fan tightly, while the Ritual Ruler inside his left sleeve remained ready to be summoned at any moment.
I only see dragons through a rosy filter. Besides, this most likely isn't a true dragon. I've seen plenty of monsters and even been up to the heavens. Dragonkind are monsters too!
Though he was still nervous, Yi Shuyuan's mind settled considerably, and he even felt a faint thrill of excitement. Hui Mian, meanwhile, had gone rigid, huddling there and clinging desperately to Yi Shuyuan's clothes and hair.
"Moo... moo..."
The low calls did not seem directed at Yi Shuyuan. They sounded more like a rumble made while moving.
The mass of water being stirred lay a dozen or so zhang away.
Through his sense of the water and its aura, Yi Shuyuan could roughly picture an enormous outline.
The other party also seemed curious about Yi Shuyuan's sudden appearance here. It quite likely had not noticed Chu Hang passing through either.
As the dragon's shadow swam toward his left, Yi Shuyuan simply turned slowly leftward in the water, naturally bringing himself face-to-face with the creature.
The first thing he saw was a pair of eyes tinged with a faint, ghostly blue. Then its entire body emerged from the darkness. To Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the dragon was a dozen or so zhang long and as thick as a water vat.
The dragon had scales, claws, and whiskers, and even long, soft hair around its neck, but no horns. Its overall coloring was a bluish black.
Its whole body seemed utterly at ease in the water, each twist naturally drawing the currents along with it.
Just as I thought-a Flood Dragon!
Truthfully,