In the distance, a deep and melodious roar resonated from behind the clouds, gradually growing louder, like the rumble of thunder, reaching the ears of the young wizards.
Zheng Qing lifted his head to look at the sky.
The swirling mist suddenly split open into a narrow crevice, from which a menacing dragon head emerged, swaying from side to side, loudly calling out. Then, the second dragon head, followed by the third, emerged. In just a moment, a massive dark green three-headed fire dragon tore through the mist's bind, spreading its wide wings, and slowly descended. The strong wind blowing from it made the surrounding flags and the wizards' robes flap audibly. As Zheng Qing followed the direction of the dragon's descent, he saw a towering Fallen Dragon Rock.
