The birth of the newborn was unexpectedly tranquil.
"Hmm?"
When the tiny dragon appeared, there were even women nearby who exclaimed, "How cute!"
It was a palm-sized young dragon, with an aesthetic reminiscent of a cartoon—something akin to the water-system little dragons Lu Ping'an had encountered in his previous life among pet-like miniature creatures.
Its translucent body carried the slippery texture of a slime, glowing faintly in an ocean-blue hue, while its dragon head leaned more toward the adorable style of animated cuteness rather than the twisted traits of dragon-serpents.
"...Is this the water dragon you envisioned in your concept?"
"That's right." Lu Ping'an stood with hands on his hips and nodded proudly.
His precious creation wasn't ugly; the deeper one delved into the Extraordinary World, the more one grasped that these creations were reflections of their creator's aesthetic sense.
Praising the little one for being cute was essentially praising him as well.
