At the Dragon God Festival, a bridal sedan carrying young boys and girls slowly approached.
The devout villagers gazed on enviously, wishing they could go along and pay their respects to the Dragon God.
Fisherman Xu Wang sat inside the sedan, tightening his grip on the rusted sword in his arms.
He had never intended to be one of the boys offered as a sacrifice.
But now that things had come to this,
wherever there was a flood dragon, he would slay it.
It was just a shame.
He might never get the chance to search for that streak of pale blue-white light from that night again.
"Who are you, really... and why are you calling to me?"
Is it because nobody's reading that you've stopped writing? Actually, the quality is quite good.