At this moment, under the bright moonlight.
A figure in white attire slowly approached, like a prince on a white horse, exuding an extraordinary noble demeanor.
"Juechen, I told you, I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Why are you here?"
Qianhua said coldly.
"Qianhua, do you really not want to see me?"
"This place is not suitable for you; you belong elsewhere."
The man in white, Juechen, said as he looked at Qianhua.
"Where I belong has nothing to do with you."
Qianhua replied indifferently.
"If you really want to stay here, I won't oppose it."
"But I have some news that might interest you."
Juechen stood beside Qianhua, speaking softly.
"Speak."
Qianhua replied icily.
"The Son of the Mad Dragon has appeared."
Juechen said.
"The Son of the Mad Dragon!!!"
Qianhua's pupils immediately shrank, a flash of cold light appearing in her eyes.
