Jialan Main City.
On a floating island.
Wang Hao stood at the edge of the island, his cloak flapping loudly in the wind.
He seemed ready to break free with the wind at any moment, vanishing into the vast sea of clouds.
Qingqing sneaked a peek at Wang Hao and found that when this big bad guy wasn't being naughty, he really had a manly charm that was quite appealing.
Little White sat on Wang Hao's shoulder and asked curiously, "Wang Hao, what are you looking at!?"
Wang Hao smiled and said, "I'm waiting to watch a show."
"A show!?"
Qingqing looked around and saw nothing but endless clouds, wondering where there could be a show worth watching!?
"Really!?"
Little White's eyes lit up and quickly took out a carrot, waiting eagerly for the performance to begin.
If Wang Hao called it a show, it must be an incredible spectacle.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
At that moment, two urgent sounds of breaking through the wind were heard.
