"In that case, we can consider this a partnership. You are a guest—the first guest Dragon City has had in fifty years." Linglong's voice was soft and cold, as if she were just going through the motions.
Wang Meng didn't mind. He was fascinated by Dragon City, and if he had a chance to admire it, that would be great.
The two walked out of the great hall. Then, for some unknown reason, a wire in Master Wang's brain must have crossed, and he asked an incredibly foolish question. "The Dragon Race lives for a very long time. How old are you?"
Suddenly, Master Wang felt a murderous aura wash over him. WHOOSH...
'Damn... Are all women in the world the same?'
'It's not like asking will kill anyone. I'm just genuinely curious!'
In the end, with an attitude as frosty as an iceberg, the Dragon Princess led Wang Meng on a tour of Dragon City. Wang Meng would use two words to describe it: magnificent and desolate.
