"Haha!" Jiang Chen grinned, his smile full of warmth. "I like you too!"
"Rawr! I'm happy!" The little dragon shook its tiny head with excitement, wriggling free from the cracked eggshell.
Jiang Chen finally got his first real look at her.
Her entire body shimmered with silver scales, each one sleek and perfectly arranged, catching the light just right. But her eyes—deep, pitch-black pools—stood out the most.
Despite her small size, there was no mistaking the raw power packed into those four little claws. They gleamed like razor-sharp hooks, carrying an unshakable sense of strength, like they could pluck the moon and stars straight from the sky!
A soft, flowing mane ran down the back of her neck, swaying gently like silk ribbons, giving her an air of grace despite her tiny frame.
"The body looks mostly like a Void White Dragon," Nangong Wan noted, her voice calm but thoughtful. "But those eyes… those belong to a Death Calamity True Dragon."
