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.eniuses of the Cloud Saint Emperor's Palace also bowed to Yun Dao one after another.Although Jun Xiaoyao's prestige is unrivaled in Yun Shengdi Palace today.But Yun Dao Yi, after all, is the ancient k...