When the first ray of sunlight shone on the Hidden Dragon Continent, Shen Yanxiao slowly woke up and looked down at the little golden dragon sleeping soundly in her arms.
A playful gaze landed on the little golden dragon's face. His delicate and small facial features slightly wrinkled and his long eyelashes gently trembled. He opened his eyes and looked at Shen Yanxiao's smiling face.
A trace of panic suddenly surfaced on the little golden dragon's face. He sprang up with a whooshing sound and his two short legs swiftly stepped away. He then hid behind the red dragon, not daring to reveal himself again.
Seeing this, Shen Yanxiao could not help but laugh.
After a night of recuperation, the two red dragons' injuries had mostly recovered. They had already discussed to set off from the border and to fly to the North as soon as possible.
