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.head and continued."But... it's still best to keep our distance, after all, you are the current Crown Prince of my celestial court."Ling Yuan bit her lip and remained silent.To be honest, when I heard...