Chapter 72: Light Clan
Jett’s opulent Mansion condensed into the Carriage Mansion once more, the four loyal Dark Ink Steeds eager to resume their duty.
Though they longed to aid Jett and the others against dragons, such grand battles lay beyond their proper scope.
"Have an enjoyable trip, Lord Warden," Skytianeus said, bowing before the carriage, poised to send off Jett and commence grand preparations for yet another rightful round of miracles.
"I shall see every wish made fulfilled."
"First, focus on enabling humans and dragons to reproduce," Jett reminded, prompting the old dragon to nod in agreement.
Afterward, he boarded the carriage, his maids in close wake, offering brief goodbyes to the Dragon Guardian, confident they would reunite again quite soon after.
For now, the steeds neighed, eager to descend the mountain and race straight toward the Light Dragons Clan’s capital along shimmering stone‑paved roads.
Jett pondered how the dragons might truly react to his colts hauling the carriage down storied Dragon Mountain, yet he wished to avoid further drama after everything that had already happened.
He pictured a handful of competitors.
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Dawn glided across the sky like a taut bowstring, igniting the horizon behind tiered pagodas boldly clinging to jagged cliffs.
Ribbon‑wide boulevards of jade and quartz drew arrow‑straight lines from gate to summit, buffed so finely they mirrored the clouds themselves.