The moment Lu Bei set foot in the Dragon Palace, Ao Yi sensed the approach of a bird.
On noticing that it was her deceased husband's descendant, she transformed from her True Dragon form into a human silhouette, waiting for the 'Hei Yu' to reveal himself.
As she watched the 'Hei Yu', his gaze seemed loyal but Ao Yi didn't much care, she never took him to heart. A young one like him, just a trivial matter, she figured to deal with him later and then she, as the elder, wouldn't hold him accountable any longer.
Unforeseeable was that 'Hei Yu's' patience exceed hers, as if she didn't need to speak, 'Hei Yu' would stare forever.
For a moment, her usually perfect composure felt a sense of embarrassment under the persistent gaze.
Ao Yi accepted her failure, waving her hand to gather spiritual qi, transforming it into a black robe. She pinned up her long hair, pu on the robe and turned toward 'Hei Yu'.
