"Aoo—"
A loud dragon roar halted the elders of the three major lineages from the Holy Palace, who were rushing towards the Shengxuan Gate. Evidently, the White Dragon did not favor the noise.
The dragon's head pierced through the void, first glancing at the horizon, then swept past the Holy Silver Tree, lowering to the white-haired Daoist child in the low air.
"Senior White Dragon!"
Ye Xiaotian respectfully signaled, not daring to slack.
The Holy Emperor White Dragon was entirely jade white, its scales shimmering with waves, extremely sacred. Even the human voice it imitated was exceptionally clear and pleasing:
"Ye Xiaotian, do you know..."
"The Saint Servant melts the Stairway to Heaven, You Yuan emerges from the Buddha Pagoda, to suppress the demonic nature for a time, but is instead disrupted by it, such a gamble, the heavens will change."
"Heaven changes; will fortune favor the Saint Servant?"
"Not so."
