Chapter 13 The Dragon’s Choice
Just as Lin Yuan'er smirked in triumph, the flood dragon swung its tail.
It swept the entire Wentian Sect recruitment area clean.
Lin Yuan'er and her group were flung a hundred meters, crashing to the ground.
Even Canglan Zhenren spat blood and knelt.
Chaos erupted.
I scooped up the little fox and calmly retreated.
But Lin Yuan'er didn't know—this flood dragon was the exception. It was the sect-protecting beast with an unpredictable temper, and only the sect leader could properly summon it.
As I carried the little fox toward safety, the dragon suddenly spotted me.
For some reason, it rushed straight at us.
I shielded the little fox instinctively, ready to burn all my cultivation to block it.
But the next second, the flood dragon stopped right in front of me.
It tilted its head, staring at the little fox in my arms, and spoke.
"You're... from the old fox's family?"
The little fox blinked.
The dragon leaned in, sniffed, and laughed.
"I used to be neighbors with your parents!"
"They lived at the top of Changbai Mountain, I lived in the heavenly lake. I even held you when you were little!"
"By generation, you should call me Second Uncle."
The little fox's eyes widened in realization.
"Second Uncle! My parents mentioned you!"
The flood dragon sighed, full of emotion.
"Later I owed Heishui Sect a favor, so I came to guard Wentian Sect. Didn't expect so many years to pass."
"I've had enough of that damn pond. I'll go back with you to see your parents."
The little fox nodded eagerly.
The flood dragon shrank into a small dragon and slipped into my storage bag.
Everyone stared, stunned.