"Oh, an expert!" Liang Qu praised.
Not everyone can see the difference at a glance.
The formation of cognition requires "construction" and "interaction." A person who has never eaten a peach, even if the peach is right under their nose, won't be able to tell what kind of fruit it is.
The river wind howled, and the White Dragon's form was graceful like a strip of white silk. It landed next to Liang Qu and transformed into a human. Liang Qu habitually held on, preventing Eying from falling. Eying didn't rely on obscurity, allowing her weight to settle, half leaning and half relying.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! The White Dragon King isn't dead, and neither is the Yellow Dragon King. With the major rivers in the world, where is there space left...?"
Longevity Mountain drifted and spun above Pengze, and the Mountain Demon wobbled, clinging to a rock in a fluster.
The Old Dragon Turtle swam in circles continuously, acting as if it were stimulated, mumbling to itself.
