Upon entering the tent, Bajie was face to face with Xiaoyou, their gazes meeting, seemingly communicating in some way. The Dragon Clan has a unique mode of communication that humans find difficult to comprehend. To Long Yi's amazement, the once-slumbering Fairy Dragon, who was perpetually perched on Bajie's head, was awake. She sat atop Bajie's head, gazing blankly at the Shadow Dragon in front of her. Compared to when Long Yi first saw her, the miniature Fairy Dragon had grown considerably. Long hair draped down behind her, and two little bumps rose from the top of her forehead, which were presumably where her dragon horns were located. The Fairy Dragon was still sleepy, but when she saw Long Yi, joy instantly sparkled in her eyes.
"Daddy!"
Thud!
Long Yi dramatically fell over in disbelief.
"Daddy, are you ok?"
The small Fairy Dragon floated down from Bajie's head, her dragon wings spread out behind her. Gently floating over to Long Yi's head, she softly rubbed his head.