In the deep of the night, Medanzo rode a camel, trekking through the sweltering heatwave.
He raised his head to look toward the west, faintly sensing the violent dragon's roar echoing, and he exclaimed, "Truly impressive, the reputation of Zhúzhòu's Dragon is well-deserved."
"I pray that the woman doesn't lose control and kill the child. Although theoretically, Zhúzhòu's Dragon is indeed a communicable Deity, the problem is its power is fundamentally uncontrollable, and it could turn into a rampant killing machine at any moment."
Yin Mai, also riding a camel, looked towards the night-shrouded, dilapidated town: "If possible, I still hope you go and take a look, lest something really happens."
Medanzo pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, that kid has a great fate. Zhúzhòu's Dragon won't let itself lose control; at the critical moment, it would choose to slash itself."
Yin Mai furrowed his brow and asked, "Are you that sure?"