They braved the wind and rain as they returned to the edge of the cliff. On the mound that was like a grave, they drank heartily.
With the Red Dragon River and the Raging Tiger River's confluence, the turbulent waves lapped against the shore, and the majestic undulating scene was enjoyable with wine. It was more satisfying than any delicacy.
Meng Chao finally understood why this wine was called Fiery Blood Dragon Scale.
The reason was, after drinking it, he felt his blood turn into magma, and dragon scales grew on his skin. He felt like he had turned into a Crystalline Nine-headed Dragon and was about to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
As they drank, they talked loudly.
They talked about Dragon City's glorious years, about the martyrs and heroes who had fallen on the way forward, and about how prosperous and beautiful Dragon City would become in the future.