Fu Tongjun and Fu Maiyuan were traveling through the Flame Waters when red light suddenly rose beneath the surface, swimming about like some living thing.
A tidal surge abruptly rose, and a dragon's roar echoed underwater. The two lowered their heads to look below.
Clearly visible dragon scales—this was a red dragon.
"Little sister, during the War of the Overturned Continent, there seemed to have been only Yanlong and Yellow Dragon, correct?"
"That's right."
"Yellow Dragon was the earth-yellow Dragon King whose shell became the mountains west of Central Heaven. Yanlong was the winding golden dragon sealed beneath the Four-Gate Subduing Dragon Formation."
"That's right."
"Then what is this Red Dragon? The Flame Waters do not even have Flood Dragons. How could there possibly be a True Dragon?"
Fu Tongjun pursed her lips and stared at the Red Dragon slowly swimming below. "Brother, what do you hear?"
"It wants revenge. I hear a Dragon King who wants to wipe out Donglai and devour every living creature."
Fu Tongjun's heart sank. She trusted her brother's Dragon Tongue talent. So there really was a third Dragon King who had survived?
"This is not a Dragon King. It is merely a painting spirit that escaped its confinement—"
Splash!
The boat sank slightly, and the two swiftly went on guard.
A round-faced youth stood grinning at the bow. He wore a black-and-red martial outfit and carried a golden glowing sword on his back.
"Who are you?"
"I am Wukong, a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi of Three Stars Cave. Sensing a calamity in the Flame Waters, I came specially to lend my aid."
The Wukong Youth gazed at the Red Dragon departing beneath the water and smiled. "Not long ago, True Person Ye Long painted a dragon portrait in the Flame Waters. His skill was