"Divine Father, how can you be sure that Hengye Zhen will successfully rebel against Yongye? And if he does succeed, who is to say that he won't become worse than his mother?" In a dazzling gilded palace of the Celestial Paradise, a Solar Dragon kneeled by a steaming pool, white and gold flames rising up its radiant scales as it paid its respects to the Solar Dragon God: Yanglong.
Never one to miss an opportunity to indulge in fleshly pleasures, Yanglong enjoyed the sensual company of two goddesses.
"Sure? Who said anything about being 'sure?' I'm not sure, and neither is Yongye. We are betting, gambling on factors and pawns that could, in one ill twist of fate, slip out of our grasp," Yanglong said, nibbling on the fingers of the goddess that fed him a three-colored peach.
