Pitter-patter!
The rain continued to pour.
At that moment, in the wetland park opposite Jinling Gallery, hundreds of people raised their heads. Their mouths were wide open as they stared at the golden dragon's shadow in the sky.
The dragon silhouette covered the sky, dragon roars echoed endlessly!
Dragon!
It was not a dragon that existed in myths and legends!
It was a real dragon!
Dragon eyes, whiskers, and scales…
They were all clearly visible!
At that moment, everyone was extremely shocked!
They never expected the dragon in the painting that Ye Chen taught Mengmeng to draw would fly out of the painting.
'The golden scales are a painting, but it'd become a dragon as soon as it soared into the clouds and wind.'
The phenomenon seemed to have materialized the saying.
This was too shocking!
"Drawing dao into one's soul, drawing dao into one's soul!"