"Even if there really is another half, it wouldn't suit you."
Hearing Yi Shuyuan say this, Jiang Lang felt a jolt of surprise, but smiled and shook his head.
"It seems my instincts were right after all. Even if there really is another half, I wouldn't read it if you showed it to me."
Perhaps afraid Yi Shuyuan would not believe him, Jiang Lang added,
"After reading that book, I understood that you must know Dragonkind extremely well, Old Yi. Of course, you see us from the heights of an Immortal, from another angle beyond Dragonkind's own view. It truly amazed and delighted me, broadened my horizons, and gave me new insights. But everything should be taken in moderation. Get greedy for more, and it would no longer be my own path!"
Yi Shuyuan was not at all surprised that Jiang Lang could say such a thing.
"Dragon King Jiang aspires to transform into a dragon. You have my admiration indeed!"
"Heh, Old Yi, no need to poke fun at me. Just watch. One day, you'll witness my transformation into a dragon!"
"Yes, yes, of course. But that isn't something we'll see settled anytime soon. I can hardly stay here watching until you transform, so I'll take my leave!"
Jiang Lang frowned slightly.
"Take your leave? So soon?"
Yi Shuyuan tapped his Folding Fan against his palm.
"What? Is there something else?"
"Of course there is! You think you can take the dragon scales and leave? You promised to help me find that White Dragon!"
With a sharp swish, Yi Shuyuan snapped open his Folding Fan. As he gently fanned himself, even the water-repelling bubble enclosing the pavilion trembled faintly, as though the currents outside were pushing against it.
"I also said I couldn't guarantee anything."
Jiang Lang smiled.
"Stop