The boundless sea of clouds changes rapidly, silver light cascades, gently gathering and slowly surging, resembling a vast white wilderness.
At this moment, the massive body of the Demon Dragon slowly flaps its strong dragon wings, covered with gleaming black scale armor and some gray-brown plush fur, soaring and skimming over the cloud-covered wilderness. Its gigantic form creates gusts of air currents that sweep across, spreading far and wide.
Suddenly, melodious and winding zither sounds rise from the dragon's back.
Murong Qingqing's slender yet majestic and aloof face turns sideways, her long and beautiful eyebrows gently raised, her alluring eyes gazing at Jiang Dali, strands of hair fluttering in the wind, a sudden smile revealing pearly teeth.
This ice beauty's smile, in an instant, seems to outshine the sun.
