Ye Yu stared out toward the sea.

    That faintly familiar spiritual pressure lingered for only a moment before disappearing completely, leaving him unable to pinpoint its location.

    He immediately swept the area with his divine sense, but there was nothing.

    Even the trace of spiritual pressure had vanished, like a fleeting apparition.

    What’s going on?

    Just then, a dragon’s roar echoed from afar, igniting the excitement of the gathered cultivators.

    Without hesitation, they rushed toward the source of the sound.

    Yin Feijing instinctively prepared to follow, but she stopped short when she noticed Ye Yu standing still, unmoving.

    Confused, she was about to ask why when a silver blur hurtled toward Ye Yu with lightning speed.

    Ye Yu calmly raised his right hand to block.

    “Bang!”

    A muffled impact rang out as the silver figure finally came to a halt.

    It was only then that Yin Feijing saw who it was—a white-haired girl with an exceptionally adorable face standing before Ye Yu.

    She appeared flustered, her forehead pressed against Ye Yu’s hand, trying desperately to grab his robes.

    But there was a clear problem: her arms were too short, and Ye Yu’s arm was much longer.

    No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach him.

    Yet she refused to give up, her gaze burning with fervent determination.

    Ye Yu sighed, exasperated.

    “Senior Sister, give it a rest already. Do you really need to greet me like this every single time? There are people watching!”

    That’s right, the white-haired girl was none other than Ye Yu’s second senior sister, Xie Muling.

    The faint spiritual pressure Ye Yu had sensed earlier had come from her.

    Yin Feijing’s expression was one of utter bewilderment.

    Why would Ye Yu’s senior sister act like this?

    “Junior Brother, let me go. I promise I won’t touch you,” Xie Muling said, attempting to reason her way out of his hold.

    Ye Yu narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

    This is no different from a man saying, ‘Just the tip.’ Who’d believe that?

    He kept his hand firmly in place and asked, “What are you doing here, Senior Sister?”

    “I...”

    Xie Muling interpreted his silence as agreement.

    “No objection means consent. Come on!”

    Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she leapt onto him, nuzzling her face against his neck and taking deep, satisfied breaths.

    Ye Yu tried to push her away, but suddenly, dark clouds rolled across the sky.

    An oppressive aura swept over the area, sending chills down his spine.

    Looking up, he saw purple lightning crackling within the thick clouds.

    Someone’s undergoing a tribulation!

    However, it didn’t resemble the heavenly tribulations Ye Yu had experienced in the dream realm. Something about it was... different, though he couldn’t say exactly how.

    Who’s triggering a tribulation here?

    Ye Yu reached for Xie Muling, intending to pull her away from the danger zone.

    But his hand froze mid-motion.

    What he felt was cold, hard... scales.

    Tracing further, his fingers brushed against a tail.

    Ye Yu’s face paled as he looked down.

    Xie Muling’s robes had transformed into shimmering silver scales, and a tail swayed gently behind her.

    A dragon?!

    Ye Yu gasped, his mind racing.

    His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the two horns that had sprouted from Xie Muling’s head, exuding an intimidating majesty.

    Six-String Mountains, silver dragon, Xie Muling...

    “Senior Sister,” Ye Yu asked shakily, “you’re the silver dragon?”

    Xie Muling, still inhaling deeply, replied casually, “You sound surprised. Didn’t our master tell you about my identity?”

    Ye Yu shook his head furiously.

    Hongluan, that perpetually drunk gambler, was either drinking or losing bets.

    How could she possibly remember to mention something this important?

    “Not fast enough. We need to be faster,” Xie Muling muttered, ignoring his disbelief.

    With that, she wrapped her dragon tail tightly around Ye Yu’s leg, pulling herself closer.

    Zero distance.

    Ye Yu was on the verge of losing his mind.

    Is this just Xie Muling, or are all dragons this clingy? And why does it have to be me?!