GURGLE... BUBBLE... ROOOAR!
Down on the muddy plains outside Iron-Cliff City on Planet #1, the giant brass manhole cover of the Star-Train Mobile Heating Pipe popped open with a loud clang, and a massive, horned golden dragon head the size of a mountain poked out into the sunlight!
It was Ao Ming, the ancient Flood Dragon who had once been chained at the bottom of Dry-Well Village’s crooked mud well.
After eating Pei Xuan’s fusion scraps and spicy roasted lamb across eight volumes, Ao Ming had grown into a magnificent Rank 9 Early Cosmic Flood Dragon whose gleaming golden scales stretched for ten thousand miles inside the inter-planetary water grid. Right now, however, the mighty dragon had a red chef’s bandana tied around his horns and was chewing on a fifty-foot skewer of cumin-spiced star-mutton.
“Burp! Young Master, you called for this old dragon?” Ao Ming rumbled happily, blowing a ring of golden fire-smoke out of his nostrils before looking down at the three-foot-deep swamp of black, bubbly mud covering the planet’s fields. “Bleh! What died in this dirt? It smells like Old Yellow’s unwashed winter hoof-wraps!”
Beside the train track, Old Yellow the Golden Dragon-Camel looked up from chewing a celestial turnip leaf, narrowed his big watery eyes at Ao Ming, and spat a golden glob of camel saliva that landed squarely on the tip of the dragon’s left horn.
