Chapter 368: Teacher, This is My Daughter
Her mind, like the clouds, wandered through memories of countless events from the long years she had lived, only to suddenly halt.
Disciple.
As she looked down at the pure white clouds, the tender, youthful face of her disciple, who resembled a newly born dragon, came to mind.
There were many things to ponder about the disciple, who had been absent for some time. What might she be doing now?
Perhaps she had retreated into the wilderness somewhere on the continent, avoiding fireworks, leading a quiet life in isolation?
Or, as young dragons often do at that age, was she stirring up trouble in another land, playing at being a hero amongst humans?
No, she might be playing the role of a princess this time, now that she had already caused enough chaos.
An unknown wilderness.
A disciple, hiding in the peak of a tower where rumors spread of an evil dragon, waiting for someone to come, while roasting an alligator caught from the mountainside.
Her disciple, wiping the grease off her hands and burying them in the sand, senses something and hurriedly throws away the bones, shakes off the dirt, and flies up to the top floor, pretending to sleep.
‘It sounds so out of place, yet it would be a charming sight.’