The Dragon Race is Already a Thing of the Past!

That force was neither too heavy nor too light, but perfectly measured, scattering the dragon blood and dust clinging to him.

His body was spotless, without even a drop of sweat left.

The black military uniform had regained its original color, and the golden Taiyang emblem on his chest flashed with dazzling brilliance under the light of the star.

He turned around, looked at Vasha, and split his lips in a somewhat roguish smile.

"That hit the spot!"

He took one step to Vasha, reached out with his right hand, and pulled her into his arms. Vasha's body was very light, very soft, and very warm, like holding a cloud. Held in his embrace, her body leaned back slightly as she drew her hands out from behind her and rested them on his shoulders. Her long orange-red hair drifted through the starry sky, brushing Situ Xuan's face, ticklish and carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

Situ Xuan lowered his head and kissed her.

Vasha's eyes widened slightly for an instant, then closed. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair and gently caressing it. Her lips were soft and warm, carrying a trace of sweetness, like spring nectar.

The two kissed on the land of Burial Dragon Star. Above their heads were the thin Dragon Clouds and the endless starry sky; beneath their feet were shattered dragon bones and charred rock. The light of the star shone over from the distance, stretching their shadows long, casting them across the dragon bones covering the ground like an ink wash painting.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Vasha opened her eyes. A layer of mist had gathered over her orange-red eyes, two blushes blooming on her cheeks, her breathing a little hurried. She looked at