"Demon Dragon, if I remember correctly, mother should be in this place. Let's quickly go down and see her."
In the sky above the Divine Sect, a massive Black Dragon was circling.
On the back of that Demon Dragon stood a young boy of about eight or nine years old, clad in red as if a beguiling demon in the wind, with white hair brushing past his exquisitely carved face, so stunning that people couldn't look away.
"Who are you?"
Tong Xuan snapped out of his initial amazement, coldly looking at the somewhat familiar face and asking in a cold voice.
The young boy did not speak, standing with his hands behind his back on the Demon Dragon's back, his gaze slightly sweeping over the crowd below, showing no expression on his exquisitely carved face.
For some reason, upon meeting those red eyes, Tong Xuan felt a tremor in his heart, an inexplicable fear rising within him.
Strong!
This young boy is a strong individual!
