Dorothy frowned, feeling a bittersweet annoyance.
In her Sea of Consciousness, a great sun hung high, its majestic power still suppressing everything.
But below, shadows formed a sea, within which an Evil Dragon seemed to loom.
This homebody witch originally nurtured her as a pet with her own feral bloodline, though she still kept her Oath of Heart protected, supplemented by Bodhisattva State of Mind, and suppressed by the Celestial Treasure Yata Mirror; there was not a hint of threat from the Saint's Soul.
It's just that the little pet had become a big pet.
Though her consciousness was unaffected, her body always had various instinctive reactions, much like how her younger brother's actions in her past life weren't subject to human will; you would think he couldn't do something, but he would go ahead and do it anyway.
As long as Dorothy had a little time, and after she settled and adjusted a bit, she could soon revert to her previous languid state.
