"Damn, these group members are teasing me again!"
"What Ye Run Run? I'm Heavenly Emperor Ye, who stands alone through eternity and suppresses the progenitors!"
Ye Fan grumbled, though a gentle smile hung on his face.
Chatting with these group members every day seemed pretty nice too.
He remembered that today should have been the day of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. Everything was ordinary—there was no class reunion, nor any comparisons among old classmates.
The years were peaceful! Ye Fan poured himself a cup of West Lake Dragon Well, then walked into the garden of his villa and looked at the bright moonlight.
I wonder what the moon looks like on the other side of the starry sky. Or maybe there isn't a moon at all? Ye Fan thought.
He raised his head and watched the stars spill across the night sky like a waterfall, feeling exceptionally calm.
Whoosh! A gust of wind suddenly swept across the earth, carrying a chill.
Then he noticed a black spot appear on the surface of the moon. The spot grew larger and larger.
When Ye Fan finally saw what it was, it turned out to be an enormous black skeletal dragon head, baring its fangs and claws with ferocious momentum.
"No way!"
Ye Fan's expression changed drastically as a sense of foreboding rose within him.
Could it be that since he hadn't gone to Mount Tai, the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin had come to rob him instead? Did it have to be this persistent?
The Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin tore through the atmosphere, plunging straight toward the ground and heading directly for Ye Fan's home. Naturally, this scene caught the attention of ordinary people, who took photos and posted them on social media, thinking some new high-tech invention had appeared.
As the