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. this time, Dantai Mingzhu, standing nearby, proactively helped Jun Xiaoyao pour wine."Yunxiao, young master, please…" Dantang Mingzhu's cheeks were flushed."Thank you." Jun Xiaoyao took the cup.This...