Woof~
"Dragon, it's a dragon!"
A fierce gust of wind suddenly swept out in all directions, causing several villagers to step back, their faces turning deathly pale.
In the eyes of ordinary folk, dragons were as majestic and awe-inspiring as gods themselves.
But today, this dragon, though slightly lean in build, radiated an undeniable authority with its shimmering blue scales... was being ridden!
Such a sight delivered a profound shock to the onlookers.
"You just show up out of nowhere, are you a chosen one of Goddess Sylvia?
Hey, practitioner, don't think riding a dragon will make us cower in fear!"
A villager with a scruffy beard tried to suppress his fear, his hand trembling as he pointed at Timothy.
His companions tried their best to stand tall beside him.
But no matter how hard they tried to overcome their fear, facing a mighty blue dragon, they couldn't hide their awe.
"Still talking tough?" Timothy sneered.