He saw him. The Dragon God who had lived in his body for nineteen years was still clear through the thick ice. He sat there quietly, with his head lowered. His bright silver hair spread to the front, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only the eye-catching white could be seen through the gaps in the hair. He was wearing a large black robe, majestic and solemn yet unrestrained. There is no movement at all like a statue, as if it existed forever. For nineteen years, he had been thinking about that person's appearance all the time. Until he actually saw it, it overlapped with what he imagined in his mind. There was no trace of strangeness at all. It was a sense of familiarity blended into his flesh and blood.
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