"Ye Xuan?"
Gazing at the golden figure in midair, Lin Wan was also dumbstruck. Ye Xuan's actions were a bit too grandiose; he had directly blasted a mountain to smithereens.
Her vision blurred as the dazzling light flashed, blinding her momentarily. When her eyesight returned, a gust of wind bore down on her, and the figure had already landed in front of her.
The Ye Xuan before her was covered in a layer of golden Dragon Scales, even the dragon wings on his back were of pure gold color. His eyebrows and hair exuded a noble and majestic dragon's might.
This was the aura of the Dragon Clan, and it was that of a true member of the Dragon Clan, no longer the lesser bloodline of a sub-dragon.
Lin Wan felt an overwhelming pressure from her bloodline. Even without Ye Xuan doing anything, that oppressive force was palpably present, making her involuntarily feel terror in her heart.
