The night.
A light drizzle began to fall.
Long Yao and Long Li took a bath, standing under the eaves looking out, regretting that the day they would see fireflies again was indefinitely delayed by the rain once more, but their greater concern still lay with the Elder.
The River God sacrifice didn't take too long, and Liang Qu galloped back, having been in closed-door cultivation in the pool for an hour.
Just moments ago there was a formidable presence, but the rest of the time it was silent.
Whoosh~
The pool water stirred.
The vigilant Dragon-people cast their glances over.
A large hand gripped the rock and flipped onto the shore.
Splash!
The clear water flowed along every curve of Liang Qu's muscles, converging at his fingertips, dripping steadily, and forming rivulets that moistened the soil.
Long Eying had intended to approach him, but after half a step, she turned her back.