C1291 The Journey

The golden dragon gently flapped its wings, lifting its massive form into the sky without stirring up the anticipated gale. This oddity elicited a chorus of gasps from the onlookers at the Origin Merchant Shop and the local citizens below.

"Wings serve more as an aid for the Nagas when flying," Anvia's voice whispered to Lo Chuan.

He nodded in understanding; it made sense that the dragons