The sky turned ominously red and a huge red dragon flew over them, casting shadow all over the kingdom.
Startled, Xia glanced up. "Who....who is that? That's not Long..." he murmured worriedly.
"Drag....dragon!!!" Farah screamed out loud holding his hands up high. He pulled Xia's sleeve and gestured for him to look up. "Cultivator, look, look, that a dragon, right? I'm not mistaken, right? Tel me cultivator tell me?"
Xia flung his hands away and wiped his sleeves. "Yes," he affirmed, yet still the king kept tugging at him, "yes that is dragon! So stop pulling me,"
This snapped the king out of his dazed state. He glanced at the dragon and then glanced at the beautifully dressed Xia. "miss… no, mister cultivator….is that your dragon your friend?" he whispered in hesitation.
Xia shook his head. "My dragon is gold and black," he then glanced at Felia and whispered, "change of plan, you both come with me. I don't think this place will be safe at all,"
