The rest of the shells cracked and peeled away on their own, and just like that, the Ancient Divine Dragon was sitting snugly at the center of my palm. It was ten centimeters long, as thin as a lizard, and gray silver in color. It wasn’t even that much thicker than my finger. It blinked its sapphire blue eyes at me.

“OMG, is this… is this the Ancient Divine Dragon? It’s so, so cute…” Lin Yixin said with starry eyes.

He Yi carefully poked the dragonling’s tail with her forefinger before breaking into a smile herself. “Yes, it’s so cute…”

There were colorful clouds surrounding the Ancient Divine Dragon’s tail. Its head was shaped like a qilin’s and surrounded by a ring of soft, crimson fur. It had a pair of whiskers beside its nose, and it was clinging to my palm so tightly that it hurt a little. My new mount seemed to be glaring at the two beauties with hostility, but that was probably because a dragon’s sense of aestheticism was different from a human’s. To it, He Yi and Lin Yixin were probably average to below average–looking “dragons” at best.

On another note, it was a good thing Murong Mingyue hadn’t come with us. Knowing her, she would point...