Near the Divine Throne.
Xia Feng bowed slightly, respectfully lowering his head, yet sweat drenched his entire back.
On the Divine Throne, those two Dragon Gods said nothing, their pale vertical pupils quietly staring at him.
Beneath the star-studded and imperial skirts, the dragon tails swung left and right, perfectly in sync.
Originally, just one Dragon God was already overwhelmingly oppressive,
but now, with two Dragon Gods on either side, performing the same actions and exuding the same demeanor, a suffocating pressure inexplicably made Xia Feng's spirit somewhat dazed.
As if the next moment he would fall into an abyss.
"My follower, come forward." Finally, from his perspective, the Dragon God in the imperial skirt on the right broke the silence.
Hearing this, Xia Feng instinctively wanted to step forward, but saw the Dragon God in the star-studded skirt on the left observing him with calm, sacred indifference.
