Little Dragon Girl is definitely not a rigid person. After listening to Nezha's words, she even felt that her friend, or perhaps the 'lover' with whom she had developed feelings only to abruptly halt, was quite reasonable.
The Little Dragon Girl that Nezha knew was also a woman of great action, or rather a mother dragon.
So, she immediately made a judgment, then lifted a jar of wine and walked towards the most bustling place in Xiqi Palace.
Nezha was dumbfounded and shouted, "You're really going?"
Little Dragon Girl left Nezha with only a graceful figure, her moon-white shirt swaying past the artificial rock formations, silver tassels drifting amid her black hair, resembling shards of stars falling into the twilight mist.
Jiang Ziya had met Little Dragon Girl before, so when he saw this cold-faced beauty, as icy as a glacier, coming to drink with him, his shock was indescribable.
