The zhongyun King looked at Xia qingchen with a deep gaze.
If others said that the tomb keeper would be nothing in a few years, he would not believe it at all.
However, since these words were spoken by Xia qingchen in the end, he would have to consider it carefully.
"Alright, you should prepare for the Dragon abyss Imperial conference." King zhongyun left first.
Xia qingchen left the emperor's field and headed to the outer perimeter to wait for the long Yuan Imperial conference to begin.
However, just as he walked to a corner, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.
He stopped and looked around. A streak of red slowly emerged from the black shadow in the corner in front of him.
The strong fragrance of flowers in the courtyard could not cover up the corpse Qi that was gradually approaching.
"You've finally come." Xia qingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
