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"Go!" Upon hearing that several months had already passed, Xiao Hua knew things were amiss. He waved his hand impatiently, dismissing the Shrimp General.
The Shrimp General bowed slightly, then trotted all the way into the hall and vanished. With his hands behind his back, Xiao Hua waited quietly. Outside the gates of Feather Spirit Hall, several Shrimp Generals still stood ramrod-straight at their posts.
Rumble... Less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea after the Shrimp General entered, thunder suddenly roared across the heavens. Then, a resounding dragon's cry came from amid the thunder. After the cry, clouds of five-colored radiance surged forth, and an enormous gray dragon descended upon the clouds. The dragon's might rushed straight at Xiao Hua's face, nearly knocking him over.
Yet the giant dragon likewise did not dare descend before Feather Spirit Hall. It had already shrunk its body beside the mountain ridge, then slowly swum through the air toward them. When it reached Xiao Hua's vicinity, the clouds around it dispersed and its dragon body transformed into human form. It wore a gleaming suit of armor as it strode toward the gates of Feather Spirit Hall. But though the dragon general's armor glittered brilliantly, it was already damaged. Bloodstains smeared its surface, some not even dry yet. Clearly, it had only recently left a battle.
Such a tremendous commotion naturally caught Xiao Hua's attention. He had noticed the dragon long before it transformed, and now his gaze fell upon the dragon general's hands. Clutched tightly in its palm was a dragon