When the Mountain God heard that Tang Xiaoling still wanted to stay on the summit and wait for her mother, he felt like crying but had no tears.
He simply stopped wasting words on the little one and used his power to forcibly send her away.
Before Tang Xiaoling could understand what was happening, she saw a gentle light envelop her, and then she vanished from where she stood.
When she appeared again, she was already somewhere unfamiliar.
As far as she could see, everything looked desolate, and the land was riddled with scars.
Gales swept up sand and dust, gradually forming tornadoes of sand that ravaged the land!
There were also many earthen mounds on the small hills in the distance.
They looked like graves, but there were no gravestones.
"Where is this?"
At the sight before her, Tang Xiaoling's little face showed some panic.
But there was no one around to answer her question.
Only the howling wind kept reaching the little one's ears.
"Roar!!"
Suddenly, a roar rang out.
Tang Xiaoling's little face instantly went pale with fright, and she hurriedly looked toward the sound.
In the sky not far away, an earthen-yellow dragon was circling in midair, flickering in and out of view.
The tornadoes here were all caused by its constantly twisting body!
The people watching the light screen instantly grew excited when they saw the dragon.
"Holy shit! It's a dragon!"
"That's unmistakably the real thing! I never thought we'd get to see a real dragon!"
"Too bad it's too far away to make out what it looks like. It seems to be a golden dragon..."
"Who cares what kind it is? That's a living, breathing dragon!"
"Don't get so excited. Remember, this is an instance. That dragon might not be alive!"
"Even if