The White Dragon pressed its limbs against the yellow earth, slithering down, its back flicking, as Long Eying, Long Yanrui, Long Binglin, Xu Yuelong, and others jumped off the dragon's body, all cupping their hands with smiles on their faces.
"Great General, we have fulfilled our mission! Of the fifteen Zeniths, thirteen are here."
"Good, very good!"
Xu Haitao, hearing the number, flushed with delight; a rough count showed that not a single team experienced any losses!
He listened as the guards continuously reported the names of the ice sculptures, noting each one.
Undoubtedly.
A major victory!
This year's rare major victory in the latter half!
The Little Shen Dragon circled around, Xu Haitao awoke with a start: "Yes, roast the beef, slaughter the sheep! It should be done like this, quick, prepare!"
"Yes!"
"Cool!"
The Little Shen Dragon deflated like a balloon, shrinking back three feet.
