From far away, a deep, sonorous roar rose from behind the clouds, growing louder and louder as it rolled into the ears of the young wizards like thunder.
Zheng Qing looked up at the sky.
The churning clouds suddenly split open in a long, narrow crack. A ferocious dragon head poked out, swaying from side to side and bellowing loudly. Then came a second head, then a third. In mere moments, a massive dark-green three-headed fire dragon tore free of the clouds, spread its broad wings, and slowly descended. The gusts stirred by its wings made the surrounding flags and wizards' robes snap and flutter. Following the dragon's descent, Zheng Qing spotted a towering Falling Dragon Rock.
"Who's putting on such a show?" Zheng Qing blurted out. When Big Mao had landed with Jiang Yu and him aboard, it had not made anywhere near such a commotion. That underage little fur dragon might have found the rising and falling dragon auras around them too frightening; it had not made a sound while landing, much less stirred up such a gale.
Hearing Zheng Qing's remark, Jiang Yu glanced up and answered without hesitation, "It should belong to the Metropolitan Blair Family."
"Are you familiar with them?" Zheng Qing asked curiously.
"Not really, but isn't the Blair Family crest hanging from the three-headed fire dragon's saddle?" the witch answered honestly, immediately leaving the boy speechless. He had seen that flag as well, but to his eyes, its design looked no different from most of the emblems around the hunting grounds. There was no way for him to tell which crest belonged to which family.
"No wonder the school offers Heraldry."
The young assistant instructor let out a small sigh. He felt increasingly out of place among the people around him, and unexpectedly