399 She Turned the Table

Xing with her wide grinning face looked at the gigantic black dragon with its scales silvery like thick steel plates. His five clawed feet looked dangerous as it pointed at her and the long white whiskers floated in the air.

"Bleached peacock?", she rubbed her chin with her slender fingers painting a beautiful picture,

"Or should I call you Blackened dragon? You look really good in white, you know.... You were really cute as a white peacock. Is that why you seem angry because of your dark colour? In this dark dragon form you look like a...."

Xing paused as she realised dark clouds forming above the roof of the Audience Hall as if she'd be stuck by lightning anytime now and she could sense Fei Lian mentally face-palming.

This insolent dyed radish! Speaking to me in this way in front of mortals! The Emperor was mad.

'Whoa! He is going to crack some thunders', Xing was in no mood to hear thunders now, that would make her head ache some more and the building might collapse.