The northern Provinces of Grand Cathay, a land rich and safe under Miao Ying's rule, the storm dragon's palace stood grand and proud, just as it's mistress. But that day the doors to Miao Ying's throne opened and before her white piercing pupilless eyes staring at this insolent intruder with tranquil fury.

Miao Ying: "You have some nerve to wander in here with such a proud stride, like you're not standing before the strongest child of the dragon emperor. I'm not quite sure if i should have the storm winds tear your apart for your insolence, or hear what comes from your lips to applaud your yest and show of other incompetence."

Even as words of venom left the beautiful dragon's lips, her voice remained calm and aloof, making it hard to know what the dragon in human form was going to do next. Said form was beautiful, long silver white hair that slowed down perfect skin and a curvaceous and busty figure clad in black Cathayan robes.

Miao Ying: "Eyeing me are you? truly you are a fool of the ages, but it's almost amusing so speak before my storms makes you even a small amount more bearable as a temporary charred statue."