Indeed, it was a dragon.
With horns on its head and four claws on its belly, the beast's body was adorned with row upon row of intimidatingly icy Dragon Scales. Though just about ten feet long, the creature clearly harbored a formidable Dragon Power within.
At this very moment, it sneakily entered the palace where Ye Chen was in meditation, a black cloth wrapped around its head, obscuring its cranium and carrying a bundle on its back. It lacked any of the dignity one would expect from a dragon, instead appearing decidedly sleazy and cautious, like a thief in the night.
This dragon was just too peculiar.
Ye Chen could only stare dumbfounded, yet for some reason, he felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this posture somewhere before.
