Zhang Chen listened to Wang Wu's words, his head buzzing. According to Wang Wu, the so-called Flood Dragon seemed no different from ordinary beasts, except for its ability to ride the clouds, extend its life through blood and flesh, and not much else.
Thinking about it, it's true that such events have occurred in past lives. Once a dragon falls to the ground or becomes stranded on the shore, it's feared to be no better than a shrimp. As the saying goes: a dragon in shallow waters is teased by shrimp, a tiger on the plains bullied by dogs. The reasoning is no more than this! A dragon is the ruler of the waters; once it loses the support of Water Power, it's reasonable for humans to be able to hunt it. A whale is domineering in the sea, but when stranded, it is slaughtered by humans just the same.
"A dragon is just another animal; it's my world that mythologized the dragon, but its ability to gather clouds and rain is not a lie," Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
