After the dragon conclave concluded, Princess Yao Tang climbed down from the Flowing Water Stage, with the Golden Dragon Pearl balancing like a juggler's ball on the tip of her tail.
She rested on the shallow beach along the banks of the Weak Water, sinking part of her body into the mud and sand. Her scales, slick with water, shimmered under the sunlight.
Princess Yao Tang's dragon form was exquisite, as though every angle of each scale had been meticulously designed to create entrancing patterns. Every time Xu Yang looked at Princess Yao Tang, he was met with her warm, clear eyes.
"Look over here," Farosa pinched Xu Yang's arm.
"Ah—" Xu Yang sat back down beside Farosa.
They leaned against one another on the grassy banks of the Weak Water.
Xu Yang gazed at Farosa's profile. She appeared calm and composed, yet her expression carried a touch of unease.
"I… feel a bit frightened," Farosa lowered her voice.