Long Xihe was a dragon who had slept for ten thousand years. When she opened her eyes again, she discovered that all her kin were dead, leaving only mortal descendants whose true dragon bloodline was so faint it barely existed.
Looking at the ragged, gaunt descendants who had guarded her for ten thousand years, Long Xihe was consumed by fury. Her true dragon clan was born noble, always Heaven's favored children. She, Long Xihe, had lived for countless tens of thousands of years. When had she ever seen her kin reduced to such a state?
The villagers of Panlong Hollow had lived there for generations. They knew only that their ancestral founder slept in the back mountain, so they guarded it from generation to generation. Even after years of severe drought, they refused to set foot on the lush, green mountain, afraid of disturbing their ancestor. It had been this way for thousands of years. The villagers of Panlong Hollow had grown used to hardship and no longer believed their ancestor would awaken, but they still burned incense and prayed every day. They held on to the words their ancestor had left behind as a glimmer of hope, waiting year after year, day after day.
One day, dark clouds blotted out the sun and fierce winds howled. The back mountain that Panlong Hollow had guarded for ten thousand years suddenly began to shake. As the people panicked, a beam of golden light shot into the sky, and a dragon's shadow, as imposing as a mountain, writhed among the dark clouds.
The old clan chief stood on land parched and cracked after ten years of drought, tears in his eyes as he trembled and sobbed, "Our ancestor has awakened! Our ancestor has awakened! We're saved!"
Long Xihe swept out her right hand, smashing the drought demon that had been causing trouble. She summoned clouds and rain, and life returned to the lifeless Panlong Hollow.
As an ancient relic from the age of antiquity, Long Xihe had no choice but to adapt to the times and begin her dragon clan ancestor's absurd yet amusing life in the 1960s.
