At this moment, above the snowfields of the northern West Continent.
At an altitude of ten thousand meters, two Legendary Tier giant dragons tore through the curtain of snow, carving long vacuum trails through the clouds.
Their speeds had both soared to nearly forty thousand kilometers per hour, the limit for two max-level giant dragons.
Every beat of their dragon wings triggered sonic booms, leaving spiraling vortices of airflow behind them.
On the dragons' backs, several figures stood motionless like javelins. Before them was a faint layer of... Since early March, the Wanli Emperor had skipped court every few days, citing ill health. The ministers knew the emperor was applying pressure and did not dare take sides lightly, so they all kept their distance.
Ye Ji frowned. Leaving aside the fact that the earliest arrivals would not come until a day later, did he not know exactly what kind of place his room on the second floor was?
Yin Yi, lost in thought, suddenly heard someone calling her. It turned out to be the behind-the-scenes production team.
The man was somewhat dejected, but Murong Qingran could not be blamed. His master had changed his skin, especially on his face. It had taken three layers of skin before he looked like a normal person, so naturally there had been changes. It was not her fault that she could not recognize him.
Just then, Yang Wanluo quietly slipped away to the rear. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, how could he be willing to keep risking himself? If he got beaten into a cripple, who would he reason with?
No matter what, this was the enmity of blood relatives being killed. He truly did not know whether Chen Cangmang still regarded him as a friend.
Yao Wang put away his phone