"Golden Crow Race, Golden Crow..."
The Dragon Turtle stared blankly at Little Fen Yang, dust-covered memories stirring faintly within her mind.
She had wandered alone in the Sea Realm for centuries.
She had already forgotten what the world outside looked like, and even more so, countless faces from long ago.
Little Fen Yang floated out, coming before the Dragon Eye, carefully sizing up the flawless, beautiful creature.
"Guigui, you're so pretty, even your eyes are sky blue," Little Fen Yang couldn't help but stretch out her small hand, gently pressing it against the Dragon Eye.
Little Fen Yang was a Demon Soul, and naturally had no physical body.
That phantom little hand would bring no trouble to the other.
It was just that, as the two Demon Souls of dragon and crow made intimate contact, inevitably, both sides could sense each other's feelings.
As Little Deer had shown, the Dragon Turtle was gentle and kind.
