Xia Feng's breath suddenly stopped.
The dragon tail of the star-dressed woman was pale as snow, its surface covered with fine, orderly scales. The scales were not hard but surprisingly sleek and soft.
As the scaled surface began to wrap around his calf and squirm, Xia Feng experienced a rough friction amidst the slickness, a tingling sensation that made him involuntarily shiver at his shoulders.
He stiffly raised his head, and his gaze met the Dragon God's vertical pupils.
To his surprise, Si displayed no expression, just an imposing gaze down at him as she continued in her flat, light voice,
"The catalytic nature of the Origin Water has been absorbed by me, but its dissolving properties remain, capable of dissolving all kinds of Arrays, Spiritual Clothes, Spiritual Artifacts, and Divine Objects...."
Sss—Sss—
