"Thousand Mountains Snow Dance, Plum Soul Transformed" - Who Says We Have No Clothes? I Go with You

While a mournful wind swept murderously over Flying Cloud Summit on Mount Luofu, deep in the vast, unfathomable South Sea-the source of the calamity several days earlier-Meng Zhang and the others were holding council in Clear Abyss Palace, home of the South Sea Dragon Ancestor. The old dragon king Chi Gang, imposing even without anger, sat upon a black-jade chair carved with coiling clouds, listening to his beloved son report on the events of recent days. When the report was finished, the old dragon king shed his stern, solemn expression and smiled.

"Well done! You have not disappointed the faith I have always placed in you. This stroke of beating the mountain to frighten the tiger will surely have quite an effect on the Four Rivers."

"Yes, Father."

With a composed smile, Meng Zhang said:

"The Four Rivers Dragon Clan has dwelt too long amid the riches of the central lands. The fierce claws and fangs born into our race have long since been worn away. That old Four Rivers dragon Yang Fu may once have enjoyed a fearsome reputation, but for the past two or three thousand years, he has languished in obscurity and accomplished nothing. Over the last century, while our South Sea Dragon Clan cleaved through waves across ten thousand miles of wind-tossed seas, fighting bitterly against the Ghost Clan, that old fellow stole his leisure, drinking himself senseless and wandering among mountains and streams all day. Such conduct has truly dragged our Dragon Clan's name into the mud!"

Though Meng Zhang's words burned with indignation, his expression remained unchanged as he continued:

"The Lord of the Clouds has grown so decrepit and self-indulgent that not only am I angered, but many river gods beneath him are dissatisfied as well. From what I have learned, Bingyi, the