For a long moment, Yunxi simply stood still, frozen in shock, her fingers clenching slightly at her sides as she tried to process everything.
She looked at Qingyi, who remained completely relaxed, that same mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes as always.
Then her gaze began to wander across the surrounding scene.
Her eyes swept over the vast expanses of lush green grass surrounding the temple—the gentle breeze carrying a sweet floral scent—until they finally settled on the tall gates that always stood open.
There, at the very top of it all, she saw a woman.
She was also a dragon, just like Qingyi.
She had silky white hair that cascaded down her back, breasts slightly larger than Yunxi's own, and golden eyes that, despite her youthful appearance, held an ancestral wisdom.
Beside her stood another woman with golden hair, her wings—resembling those of an angel—springing gracefully from her back.
