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.place was to him no more than his own backyard. 。After several months, Jun Xiaoyao finally arrived at the twelfth pass of the Imperial Road, Hulaoguan. 。Looking out, Hulao Pass is magnificent and impo...