" Jun Xiaoyao thought in his heart.Perhaps that's the only purpose.But he himself didn't seem to mind.Although he is now the head of the Confucian school, he is still the young master of the Yun famil...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.d sharp eyebrows, is also like a dignified appearance, extraordinary bearing.but lacked that overbearing air.on the contrary, it appears rather reserved."Didn't I guess it right"A hint of a smile play...