Sky.
A dragon-type pet beast so enormous it seemed to blot out the sun.
Qiao Sang stared at everything above her, completely disoriented.
She felt herself falling downward.
The silhouette of the dragon-type pet beast gradually grew smaller.
But under the scorching sunlight, she could never see the beast clearly. She could only make out its wings with jagged edges and the single horn on its head.
Just as she tried to scrutinize the dragon-type pet beast, everything suddenly froze.
She stopped mid-air, no longer falling.
What's going on? A dream?
As her thoughts darted about, Qiao Sang saw the clouds above rapidly streak backward, the skies transitioning from dawn to night, dusk, and back to dawn, as if it were a scene of time rewinding at high speed in a movie.
Before she could figure out what was happening, everything resumed normal flow.
Now, the sky was in broad daylight.
