The dragon is the last of its kind on the continent, and the boy is the last person on the continent who knows how to tame dragons.
People beyond the lofty tower speculate that this solitary tower, as tall as the Zhou Xing Hall, must be as lavishly furnished and richly decorated as its splendid exterior suggests, enough to make every woman in the world yearn for it. Yet young Dong Hua, despite occupying this enviable position, has endured a long, snowlike solitude.
The wrath of the ancient gods seems poised at any moment to shatter the tower from within and without. The only thing maintaining its precarious balance is this lone figure.
The boy is nothing more than a caged bird nearing the end of its days.
Dong Hua: Eating and sleeping are all because of the dragon =w=
Dong Hua: I am not the heir but my life revolves around dragon_(:з