"I believe you've noticed that the Dragon's Breath rain of Shu Mountain always seems to fall around Silver Sword Peak," Old Man Sikong said leisurely.
"Indeed, that is a bit strange," Chu Liang replied bemusedly.
He had felt it for some time, in fact, he felt that the Dragon's Breath rain did not merely circle Silver Sword Peak... it seemed to fall around him wherever he was, and he had been enveloped by gold rain more than once in other places.
But he dared not mention it. After all, he wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse.
Ordinarily, being favored by a Real Dragon—the one who might bear Shu Mountain's great luck—should be a good thing. But as he was hiding the secret of the White Pagoda, he feared drawing unnecessary attention.
A Real Dragon was of extraordinary spirituality. Who knew if it had sensed something?
Moreover, although Shu Mountain respected the Real Dragon, the trust was not fully concrete. It wasn't necessarily a good thing if it targeted him.
