The next day.
At night.
Yibai concealed himself at the bottom of the Shuanglong River's upper stream, his Jiao body undulating as he coiled atop three or four large stones.
It had been only one day since he had turned into a Jiao.
He was still not accustomed to his massive Jiao form.
The "Records of the Strange" state, "A serpent after five hundred years becomes a Jiao; a Jiao after a thousand years transforms into a dragon; a dragon after five hundred years becomes a Horned Dragon; a Horned Dragon after a thousand years evolves into a Yinglong."
At this moment, Yibai was at the second step, a Jiao!
"A Jiao, the master of rivers, is indeed so," he thought.
Yibai could sense the river water flowing around him, expressing affinity toward him.
Mysterious yet more mysterious.
With such affinity, he would certainly be twice as effective when deploying his Demon Art 'Yu Ze'.
From afar, the Old Tortoise paddled its limbs, swimming swiftly toward him.
"Dragon, Dragon Lord."
