The rolling dust raised a pale dragon that shot out like lightning. Its sleek body flowed like silver water, with a posture as magnificent as a carved beam and painted pillar. The snow-white scales reflected a faint flow of light, like a colorful rainbow. The long dragon mane swayed gently with the airflow, resembling a splendid and dazzling flower crown when viewed from the side, emitting a faint light.

She hovered in mid-air, clearly in the form of a dragon but exuding a sense of elegance and beauty. Her slender and pristine white neck resembled a heavenly maiden from mythology, and her streamlined body and blue dragon eyes were crystal clear.

Hmm, she really looks like a dragon.

For a moment, Jiang Bei was indeed surprised, but then he thought that compared to being able to move at supersonic speed and lift an island with his bare hands, a dragon was not that impressive.