"Lord, what you say is not entirely true. There are three Dragon Kings in the world, and one still remains."
"There are three Dragon Kings, and one still remains..."
"One remains..."
The words of the Spiny Puffer echoed in Fat Catfish's mind, looping repeatedly. Lying in his large estate, having entered and exited three times, he couldn't sleep no matter how he lay. Tossing and turning, he thought carefully for half the night before groggily coming up with a plan, and his mind was fixated on four words.
Control dragon with dragon.
He lit the Jellyfish Lamp, jumped off the Jade Bed, and went to the silver mirror offered by the fish to curry favor. Chest out, he lifted his long whiskers with his fins, elegant and stately, like a Prime Minister. A fish with beautiful whiskers, isn't it just like a Dragon Whisker?
Looking at his build—mighty and powerful, with the appearance of a Great General—it was precisely the evidence of the Dragon King's bloodline, a Dragon Breed.
