When it came to farming, the Evil Dragon had a rather brute approach to dealing with cornstalks: it simply set them on fire, burning them all to ash, claiming that the ashes would nourish the land.
"Get some sleep early, we'll test the results of your cultivation tomorrow."
"Oh."
The Young Dragon tucked away its calligraphy practice paper, took out a fuzzy pillow, a blanket, a big pillow, found a comfortable sleeping position, faced the wall, closed its eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Lance put away the Dragon Scale Robe and slowly closed his vertical pupils.
...
Breakfast was meat buns and wonton soup.
Lance ground himself a cup of jujube and longan soy milk.
Young Dragon Lucia smelled the scent of jujube and longan soy milk and, although she was already full, still found Lance and asked him to pour her a small cup of it.
She hadn't tasted it in the capital.
She hadn't tasted it in Saint Blue.
