The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.an.""Well, make your choice," the State Teacher said.Su Yu, bowing her head.Her long hair, flowed over her eyes.As the son of the Southern Dipper World, he now has to make the most important decision...