"Luo Ying..."
The gold-robed young man named Ao Xu was clearly wary of the approaching pretty girl. Hearing her question, he could only brace himself and answer, "My sister is still occupied with other matters and was unable to come."
"Is that so..."
"My last fight with her was truly exhilarating. It's a shame we couldn't determine a winner."
The pretty girl seemed somewhat regretful upon hearing this. She shook her head, then sat down at a nearby table, making all the young members of the Alien Races around her feel as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
The Dragon-man Race was one of the foremost royal families among all the Alien Races, possessing a noble bloodline and immense power.
And the gold-robed man's sister was none other than the Princess of the Dragon-man Race.
The fact that this pretty girl before them could fight her to a standstill was enough to prove her own strength.
