"My God! This world is too terrifying; even young dragons are auctioned and used as gifts. I'm glad I came with Master, or I too might have been captured if I had come alone."
Upon hearing the words of the two middle-aged men, a tempest raged in the heart of the Nether Blood Green Wooden Dragon.
However, it feigned composure, hovering motionlessly in the void.
"Gentlemen, what kind of organization is this Jianyun Sect? To think so many people are giving them gifts," Ye Yun asked with a smile.
"Brother, you must be from somewhere else, right?" the burly middle-aged man asked cautiously.
Ye Yun nodded.
