years in secluded cultivation at the Human Immortal Sect, which had imbued her with an air of otherworldly grace. Her mind was as calm and deep as an ancient well.But at this moment, Ji Qingyi seemed...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. every prodigy, wore expressions of astonishment, unable to recover."He is the divine son of the Qin family!"Almost all eyes were on Qin Wudao, with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.This Qin Wudao see...