At this moment, Zhao Yi, sitting in the second sedan chair, had already lowered his head.
If one were to approach his sedan chair, they would find that he was already dead, devoid of life, with only his shell remaining outside, utterly dead.
...
Chen Cui'er: "I can't see the sedan chair of the fourth house anymore."
Zhao Heming: "I can't see the sedan chairs in front either. The environment here is peculiar, it's normal."
Chen Cui'er: "The ancestral ground of the Zhao family is indeed a place full of wonders."
Zhao Heming: "After all, it is a family that produced a Dragon King."
Chen Cui'er: "A family that has produced just one Dragon King is already like this. I'm curious about how terrifying the foundations of those orthodox Dragon King families must be."
Zhao Heming: "Rather than admiring others, how about we join forces to establish our own Dragon King family."
Chen Cui'er looked at her husband with a smile, her face blossoming like a flower.
