Young… emperor?
Be careful of the young emperor…
Walking out of that graveyard, Mu Qingge was still puzzled.
The Divine Status of the Sang Clan's progenitor had already been stowed away within her Spiritual Sense. Yet in the end, that voice still hadn't answered her who that young… emperor was, what ties he had with the Sang Clan, and why their progenitor had left a message for later generations to beware of him.
Leaving the graveyard of that blazing crimson world, Mu Qingge returned once more to the ethereal Immortal Realm-like land.
Green mountains and clear waters, thin mist coiling, strange flowers vying in splendor, lush green grass.
The Mysterious Coffins here were all exposed on the ground, vines twining around them, covering the patterns carved on their surfaces.
Mu Qingge reined in her mind and carefully examined the place she was in.
Suddenly, her eyes shrank sharply. "Another Dragon Blood?!"
