Jiaolong!
As the saying goes, where there are storms, there are dragons.
When Wen Daoyuan gazed afar at the Yuan Cang River, his eyes first saw a dragon, then the surging waves.
Soon after, a sound akin to the tremor of the earth arrived.
Then, the vast morning glow ahead was suddenly shrouded by dense rainclouds.
Suddenly, thunder rolled, and the rain roared.
With a clap, a mighty storm descended, enveloping almost the entire Seven Prefectures of the South.
Wen Daoyuan felt as if a faint taste of copper emerged in his throat.
He understood, understood completely!
This was the truth behind the Emperor's refusal to divert water from the south to the north.
Because...Because he wanted to nurture dragons in the Seven Prefectures of the South, in the Yuan Cang River.
But, where did the dragon come from?
Ahead, a colossal creature emerged, snake-headed with deer antlers, scales all over.
Yet, it was not a complete dragon.
