Blue Dragon Doss slowed down, and the flowing wind was like a gentle maiden extending her soft hand, caressing and conveying the body of the Blue Dragon.
The wings of Blue Dragon Doss, etched with patterns of storms and lightning, were always spread open, never flapping, only occasionally adjusting the angle of tilt to better hide in the high-altitude clouds.
The two priests of the Dragon Worship Sect in front, though weaving and hiding in the dense forest, could not escape the sight of the Blue Dragon.
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