Without even turning his head, Wang Chen sensed someone behind him.
His gaze shifted slightly, and he saw a woman floating quietly in the air.
She carried the bearing of a divine sage.
Dressed in a simple white robe that flowed softly around her figure, the fabric matched her long snow-white hair that drifted gently as if moved by an invisible breeze. Her presence was flawless, almost unreal. She was so perfect, so impossibly divine, that Wang Chen would have doubted his own eyes if the sight before him did not feel so vividly real.
Her cherry-red lips curved into a faint smile, seemingly amused by Wang Chen's reaction.
Just one look at her, and a name instinctively surfaced in his mind.
"Dragon of Eternal Dream!"
Wang Chen blurted the words out unconsciously, his voice sharp with disbelief as a chill ran down his spine.
"Young cultivator, you have guessed correctly. It is I, the Dragon of Eternal Dream."
