He found hope; perspectives can truly shift!
He continued to strive, using all his time, just to shift his perspective a little more.
One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters... three inches... one foot... one yard...
Finally, after moving his perspective about two yards, or rotating about thirty degrees, he saw something beyond the yellow sand and broken stones.
That thing was silver-white, slightly curved, with a smooth surface reflecting the sunlight.
Fan Wubing immediately recognized it; it was a scale.
He continued to rotate.
More and more scales appeared in his view, all silver-white, smooth, gently curved, orderly arranged, shining in the sunlight with a sense of sacredness.
As the view widened, Fan Wubing gradually realized... this was a dragon?
"From this perspective, I should be on the dragon's head? No... I'm... a dragon's horn. Yes, a dragon's horn."
He confirmed this thought.
