Just as he finished speaking, a tall man in golden robes walked in. He had an extremely handsome appearance and his pair of light golden eyes carried a sinister glint that made people uncomfortable. The appearance of eight-winged golden dragons had always been extremely outstanding. Coupled with a tall and strong physique, he was just like a god of war. However, the sinister glint between his brows ruined his resolute image, which would indirectly cause people to be on guard against him.
"Long Yan." Sal stood up. The relationship between the undeads and Long Yan had always been close, and the corresponding etiquette could not be lacking.
Long Yan slightly nodded and with a superior posture, he swept a glance at the high-level undeads kneeling before him and a trace of disdain flashed past his eyes.
