At the same time, with a thought, a buzzing sound echoed as the Three-Transformation Treasure Lotus Lamp flew out from within him, hovering above and below him.
Finally.
He spoke to the Cyan Flood Dragon guarding outside the cave mansion:
"Xiaoqing, come back."
"Hiss hiss."
The Cyan Flood Dragon hissed and curled into a few inches in size, nestled on his shoulder.
Fu Changsheng keenly noticed that the Cyan Flood Dragon seemed to tremble slightly, and a hint of doubt rose in his heart. The flood dragon always slept when full, but it seemed to have been frightened just now. Ever since the flood dragon recognized him as the master, he'd never seen it afraid:
"Xiaoqing, did something happen just now?"
"Hiss hiss."
The Cyan Flood Dragon wagged its tail.
