With Jun Shiling's help, Xia Wanyuan stood still and looked up at the sky again.
A golden dragon rushed out of the water. The water droplets glistened on its scales. Its dragon claws flashed with a sharp radiance as if it was about to tear the void.
The dragon roar shook the entire water surface.
The people of the Xia Dynasty admired dragons greatly, but they did not have the skills in ancient times. At most, they could only draw the image of a dragon on paper with their imagination.
But now, she could even see the dragon's beard and hair clearly in front of her. It was as if she could touch its cold scales with a stretch of her hand.
Xia Wanyuan sighed at the modern development.
As the ship continued to move forward, the dragon was gradually left behind. It walked and stopped, and from time to time, characters from various fairy tales appeared on the way.
