What Li Ping'an desired even more was the Dragon Clan's fighters.
But the Dragon Clan was old and slippery, never broaching the subject.
The banquet lasted half a day.
Li Ping'an thought they were about to enter the next phase of conversation, but then the graceful Dragon Mother swept her sleeve and said softly, "Bring out the appetizers."
Several capable dragon maidens bowed in response, and the hall was soon filled with a procession of Clam Maidens serving dishes.
Li Ping'an inwardly heaved a great sigh and pulled out the little turtle from his sleeve.
The little turtle wiggled its nose and, with a puff, transformed into a clever young girl, taking a seat by Li Ping'an's soft couch, her eyes gleaming with delight at the array of exquisite delicacies before her.
The Dragon Clan's indulgences were something Guilingling had truly never seen before.
The feast went on for three days and nights.
