The sky was draped with wisps of delicate mist, exuding a cool and refreshing aura, dispersing the fatigue and drowsiness of the young warlock due to lack of sleep.
Zheng Qing stretched lazily, feeling as if he had never seen such a beautiful view before.
At this moment, he was sitting on the back of the dragon with Jiang Yu, flying in an ocean where sky, clouds, and light converged, with lively magic leaping around them like elves, colliding with the sunlight, emitting a dazzling seven-colored radiance.
It was a little past five in the morning; normally, he wouldn't be up at this hour, but because they had to make way today, Zheng Qing was pecked awake by the paper crane sent by Jiang Yu early in the morning.
