The dragon mountain was enormous.
Yòu Lín had seen big things before. The iron-wood trees back home were big. Uncle Mo Xiao's temper was big. Mama's belly had been big before Zhēn came out.
But this?
This was stupid big.
The cavern stretched up and up and up, so high that the ceiling disappeared into shadow. Crystals grew from the walls like frozen rainbow fire, casting light in colors Yòu Lín didn't have names for. And everywhere, there were dragons.
Big dragons. Small dragons. Shiny dragons. Dragons that looked like they were made of storm clouds. Dragons that looked like they hadn't moved in a thousand years.
"They are everywhere," Ruì Xuě whispered beside him, his purple eyes wide. The snow leopard cub had his tail wrapped around his own leg, his nervous habit. "There are so many."
"I know!" Yòu Lín bounced on his paws. "It's AMAZING!" Yòu Lín was moving again.
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It had started that morning.
