"I'm big and strong now! I'll be fine and dainty!" Lan Huang said.

"Don't you mean fine and dandy?" Tianming said.

Lan Huang's scales were a mix of gold and dark blue. It spun around, pushing the swords out from its scales and pulling them back, almost like a tortoise that kept poking its head out of its shell and withdrawing into it. Despite its impressive appearance, its happy-go-lucky behavior and laughter undermined its domineering aura. It appeared that it could only show its true might in a real fight.

"This is fun! Haha!" Lan Huang ran about like a child as Tianming grimaced.

"This dragon doesn't seem to have any dignity at all," Long Wanying said.

"It... it does... sometimes," Tianming said, awkwardly clearing his throat.

"That's okay. It's rather cute."

Not that a dragon's dignity mattered much. It wasn't the first time Lan Huang had been mistaken for a tortoise. All that mattered was that its shell only continued to grow thicker and thicker, making it an immovable...