Chapter 1218: The Warlike Pale Giant
Beneath the vault of heaven, a sleek and sinuous dragon was flying through the sky, propelled by its two pairs of sturdy and powerful flesh wings. The endless mountain winds were kept at bay by its Wind Guiding talent, creating a perfectly still zone free of wind behind it.
Above its head stood a black-haired child with golden pupils, his bearing proud and hands clasped behind his back. Behind him sat a golden-haired girl, giggling foolishly on the nape of the dragon.
"Stop laughing, you look so silly!"
Muria, who had been surveying the scenery but found little of interest, found most of his attention drawn to the girl behind him.
"You're about to completely ruin the positive image of my mother in my heart. You make it impossible for me to face her when she wakes up."
"Son, you suddenly fulfilled so many of my wishes, it's impossible for me not to laugh!"
The girl sitting on the back of the dragon didn't care about what the child said and continued to happily chatter.