The green centipede crawled from Celeste Grant's hand to her wrist, then onto her sleeve. It found a spot and settled there, motionless, looking just like a touch of green embroidery on her clothes.
Sitting beside Javier Sinclair on the swing, Celeste Grant gripped the vine on one side and said, "To think Jade is The Azure Dragon... That's a *dragon*..."
Celeste was a little excited at the thought that the Right Protector's true form was The Azure Dragon.
Celeste had been quite calm when she saw Divine Beasts like Vermilion and the White Tiger. After all, zoos in her old world had tigers—even Siberian ones—they just didn't have wings. So they looked more or less the same. Vermilion was a bird, too, so it didn't seem all that rare.
Only dragons, with no similar counterpart, were truly unique. That made them rare, and she was eager to see one for herself.
Javier Sinclair turned to look at her. "The Right Protector is The Azure Dragon. Is that so strange?"
