The Black Flood Dragon lay at the cliff's edge enjoying the mountain breeze, too lazy to move. When the mist tide came, he opened his mouth to swallow clouds and breathe out mist; when it receded, he went back to staring blankly. He was so listless he could barely be bothered to move his tail. When the boredom became unbearable, he went to sleep on the Library Pavilion's roof. On days when he did not attend the Village School, there was nothing to do but mope.
His enormous head rested on a rocky ledge. One eyelid slowly lifted, and his nictitating membrane retracted to reveal a vertical pupil.
He quietly watched Red Clothes drift away, floating toward the Library Pavilion like a wisp of smoke.
She really was diligent. Ever since becoming a registered disciple, she had visited the Library Pavilion whenever she had time, staying for most of the day. No one turned more pages than she did. She handled practically all the Library Pavilion's watch duty, while he and Xiao Yu had nothing to do.
Had she not died a violent death back then, her temperament might truly have carried her onto the proper path of cultivation, each step leaving a solid footprint as she traveled far.
Unfortunately, she was dead.
After moping for who knew how long, he sensed a primordial spirit approaching and lazily turned his head. It was Lin Wei. She was hurrying over, so something urgent must have happened.
He raised his head and quietly waited for her to approach. Like a feather borne on the wind, Lin Wei gently landed on the rock.
Her expression was grave, and she came straight to the point.
"The Great Drought has lasted for months, and the River has almost stopped flowing. The eerie entity is trapped