Princess asked.Her words were directed at Jun Xiaoyao, but they were also a question to herself.Because, according to her past personality.If it were someone else, this sword would have already been...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.Li Heng’s mind shook.His face turned pale, then purple, and finally red.Veins throbbing, twisting.His blood pressure surged, threatening to explode from beneath his skin."Yunxiao!"Li Heng's eyes bulge...