un Xiaoyao, the White-Clothed God King, Jun Wuhuai!"Eighteenth Ancestor, this is not quite right, you know. It will surely cause discontent among the other sequences..." an elderly woman ventured caut...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.d faintly."Well then, I hope you won't get too close to that Jun Xiaoyao, and even less so have any dealings with him." Gu Qianmie spoke with a domineering tone.Ji Qingyi frowned slightly.Her clear ey...