The flood dragon's corpse was washed to the shore by the current, its putrid aroma lingering in the night air.
The evil flood dragon's vertical pupils were wide open, retaining the terror from before its death, reflecting the horrified face of the Granny Qing Mei.
Standing behind the granny were a man and a woman. The man's facial features were sharp, while the woman wore a veil, her features obscured. Her hair was styled in twin buns without the need for pins, her figure as graceful as a Yanling Saber, which she happened to be wearing at her waist.
"He actually managed to slay the dragon…"
The man, who went by the pseudonym "Dong Gong Ai," stared in astonishment at the corpse on the ground,
"Li Shopkeeper's insight... truly beyond imagination."
