"Qingyang... Master... this name sounds a bit familiar."
Wu Zhenglin thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead, "Didn't the old man ascend to immortality?"
Granny Wu glanced at Wu Zhenglin through the rearview mirror.
"Granny, I'll shut up," said Wu Zhenglin sheepishly, but he was obviously still curious.
"Yu Longting holds a grudge against Master Qingyang." I braced myself for Granny Wu to ignore me just like she did with Wu Zhenglin.
Granny Wu's expression softened, and she patiently explained, "It's not quite a grudge. Master Qingyang failed to ascend, and he cannot tolerate the existence of a True Dragon in this world."
"True Dragon... but none of us is a True Dragon..." Halfway through speaking, I bit my tongue and cursed myself inwardly for being a fool.
My finger brushed against the silver python on the cheongsam, and I said softly, "Could it be that by wearing this cheongsam, Yu Longting could have the potential to become a True Dragon?"
