On the fringes of the Feiyu Sea Region, Bai Qingyi, the nominal Dragon Race Matriarch, was finally reunited with her long-separated daughter—and that handsome, purple-robed young man.
"...Mother, what you're doing is far too risky!"
Luo Qingxuan frowned. "Whether it's outsiders or factions within the Dragon Race, countless eyes are watching you, both in the open and from the shadows."
"For you to just sneak out to find Ling Changqing... if word gets out and those major powers track you here, the consequences would be unthinkable."
"Don't worry. I've already taken care of everything at the palace. They won't find out a thing."
The noble, graceful, and dazzling Bai Qingyi beamed, taking Ling Changqing by the arm with her slender, jade-like wrist and looking him over from head to toe, as if she could never get enough of the sight.
