sidence.Several elders of the Ice Spirit Royal Family, with worry etched on their faces, followed suit.All around, countless noises rang out.“Goodness gracious, who is that young master in white Is he...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. Beauties have no choice!Only he and a few others, such as Emperor An Lan's son, truly stood out.An Lan Di Zi's expression was indifferent, he participated purely for entertainment, it would naturally...