"It's alright, he's a very kind old man, you don't need to worry..."
Hou Niao gave the River Flood Dragon a reassurance pill, as for whether it could truly calm its heart, that all depended on the flood dragon's own resolve.
Returning to Longxu Gully, over a dozen days had passed, and everything here began to settle down; those who should leave had left, and those who should stay remained. For the foreseeable future, this place would still maintain such turbulence, but it had nothing to do with him anymore.
In Ancient Lop, the forestry initiative was leading the way, and other directions were beginning to follow suit. This was a massive project, one rarely seen in human history. As Hou Niao stood suspended in the air above the line of trees, looking down at the green dragon he had personally established, pride inevitably filled his heart.
"Master, I'm leaving now."
