"AHHHH! This is unacceptable! This water is positively arctic! Is this a hot spring or a puddle in a blizzard?"
The voice of Cāng Jì echoed across the tribal clearing, filled with irritation and twinge of disgust. The Golden Dragon Prince was currently submerged up to his shoulders in the village's sacred mineral spring, but his face was twisted in a pout that suggested he was being tortured.
The Wolf Elder, Zhào Fēng, stood at the edge of the water, chuckling nervously while clutching his staff. It was clear he was trying to avoid angering the great dragon. "Is.….is it not to your liking, Your Radiance? We consider these waters to be quite restorative. Shall you try—"
