Time was up.
Fang Zheng stood up, gazing at the sea before him. It was mid-afternoon, yet the ocean had taken on a feeling of an impending storm, with brooding clouds and ceaseless, rolling waves. It seemed to foreshadow that what was to come would not be so easy. The gale howled past, mixed with sounds like the roar of a gigantic beast.
Well then, let's begin.
With that thought, Fang Zheng spread his wings, and with a vigorous flap, he soared into the sky towards the depths of the sea.
"Where is it going?"
Observing the sudden departure of the Giant Dragon, both the followers of the Divine Dragon Sect and the base staff were startled. Before this, Fang Zheng had been sleeping on the tarmac, giving off the same vibe as those dragons in fantasy novels that spent their days lying in their lairs. But now it had suddenly sprung into action, surprising many.
