On the banks of the Wei River, Fuxi played the guqin as usual, the sounds mellifluous, drawing nearby birds to flutter around him and chirp crisply in harmony with the music.
A small white turtle was earnestly listening to the music under the water, ceaselessly blowing bubbles from its mouth.
Suddenly, the music paused, and a smile appeared on Fuxi's face as he said, "Whichever friend is spying, you might as well come out."
Above the water, a column of water shot up into the sky and transformed into a ferocious giant dragon in midair. Its blue scales shimmered under the sunlight, and the ghastly dragon horns flashed with a ghostly light, with faint traces of blood visible—marks left from its recent pursuits of formidable races within Primordial Chaos.
