"Rest assured, teacher brought you here, to give you a chance to vent your anger!"
At this moment, the Dragon Queen Consort's gaze finally fell upon Xuan Qisha.
In her deep blue eyes, a hint of confusion emerged,
seemingly unaware of who this young girl was.
Even more, she couldn't feel any qi-blood or divinity from this young girl... unable to gauge her strength.
However, a profound sense of threat caused the Dragon Queen Consort's hairs to stand on end, and fine dragon scales started to appear on her fair skin, spreading out!
"Who are you?!"
The Dragon Queen Consort Ao Yuxin's red lips parted as she spoke in a deep tone.
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...
Wrapped by Elder Ji Heshan, Ao Qingqing withdrew from the Spring Pavilion, his large sleeves creating a whirling gust, continuing to swirl around as he was caught up in the wild wind.
He looked up, watching that figure of a little girl, and his eyes suddenly revealed a hint of bitter smile.
"It's over... This time, I'm doomed..."
