Watching the little one pledging so earnestly, and not even afraid of him, a smile flashed across the old chief's eyes.
The little guy was indeed brave. Even his own grandson acted very restrained in his presence, hardly daring to speak much.
"All right, then I'll leave it to you."
Ruanruan waved his hand in proper fashion, "No need to be polite."
Then, taking his little short legs, he trotted over to the bank of Hu Lake, lay down on a stone, and started to slap the lake surface with his kicking feet.
The old chief brought people along to follow.
"Snow Dragon, Snow Dragon, come out and play with Ruanruan."
The milky and childish voice traveled across the lake and into the water, where the Snow Dragon, who had been sleeping with its eyes closed, slowly opened its eyes.
The black eyes were clear and deep. It slightly raised its head to take a look upward, then its huge body slowly began to move, swimming up from the bottom of the water.
