The Day We Bonded

The world was divided into the mortal realm and the divine realm.

The Rain Clan belonged to the divine realm. They could hear the prayers from the mortal realm.

The Rain Maidens would bring rainfall to the mortal realm through prayers. They could ascend to heavens through cultivation.

In the Rain Clan, every rain maiden was born with a dragon who would ascend with her and become her mount.

When my sister and I were born, we shared only one spirit beast—a white dragon.

The white dragon was the lowest of all dragons, yet I ignored the clan’s objections and insisted on forming a bond with him so that we could ascend.

However, on the day I succeeded in calling the rain and married him, he shot an arrow straight through me while I was pregnant and at my weakest from summoning rain.

As I lay dying, I saw him rush toward my sister. “Leigh, now I can finally be with you forever.”

Only then did I realize the white dragon had chosen me under pretenses to help Leigh ascend.

When I opened my eyes again, he and I had both returned to the day of our bond.

There, he learned that Leigh was the true heir to the Rain Goddess mantle.

He dropped to his knees and loudly confessed that he had always loved Leigh, and that he wished only to be her mount.

Everyone knew I had spent half my cultivation to save him when he first hatched.

I smiled and pointed at a mottled green snake at the edge of the barrier.

The white dragon thought that as long as he bonded with my sister, he would ascend.

However, what he never knew was that without me, Leigh could never ascend.

“Chloe, what are you standing there for? It’s time for the bond.”

Bond?

Great. I had actually returned to the day of bonding with Marty, the white dragon.

“Father, I—”

However, before I could finish, Leigh and Marty dropped to their knees, hand in hand.

“Chief,” Marty said, “although I am the spirit beast of two maidens, my heart belongs only to Leigh. Let me bond with her, please.”

At his words, the entire Rain Clan gasped.

Back then, as a spirit beast, he couldn’t even break out of his shell. It was I who exhausted half of my cultivation to help him hatch.

A white dragon was originally the lowest bloodline of dragons. If I hadn’t insisted on making him my spirit beast, he wouldn’t even be qualified to stand here.

Now, he had turned me into the laughingstock of the Rain Clan.

When I saw the look he gave me, I knew he had been reborn, too.

My aunt stepped forward and slapped him.

“Do you even know your place? How dare you choose a maiden on your own?”

Every maiden, when ascending to the rain altar, needed a dragon at her side to summon wind and rain. The better the bond between maiden