It was not until she was drawn into a certain someone's arms at the speed of light that the child noticed something.
That was not a blazing wave of clouds on the horizon!
It was Crown Prince Mo standing on an ancient gold dragon whose body was encased in fiery flames against the wind.
Every spot that the dragon touched in the sky turned scarlet red, and the zombie crows were incinerated on the spot without a single feather remaining.
The crown prince's elegant figure was truly unrivaled by anyone. His ink air was scattered loosely by the wind while his white robes embroidered with bamboo were plastered to his slender figure, his sleeves billowing in the wind.
However, darling Qiao Mu was currently flabbergasted and did not see the crown prince's magnificent figure. Instead, her eyes were glued to the giant dragon head that was turning toward her.
A living beast like a dragon did not belong in the scope of mystic beasts, no?
