"The golden crow flaps its wings on the summit of Mount Tai, the rivers, ten thousand li long, lie like dormant dragons."
Jiang Wang had never seen a dragon with his own eyes, but he had speculated about their existence, imagined their appearance, and was familiar with their depictions.
Every time he saw the Long River, he felt it was a living giant dragon, winding through the vast land of the mortal world, demonstrating its greatness to every person who laid eyes on it.
Jiang Wang was flying over this 'vast ocean of land,' gliding over the snow-white silver serpent that danced upon the Earth.
In this place, he could already glimpse Tianma Plateau in the distance.
In his ears roared the Long River, and before his eyes lay vitality and freedom.
Jiang Wang felt the sky vast and the clouds sweeping, his long-suppressed spirit finally cleared.
