The top ten races in the universe were too powerful, and their gazes were naturally not to be underestimated.
Since Lu Ming was not a native of the dragon clan, even if he had some strength, he could not attract the interest of the three major clans.
Talent. There were countless heaven's favorites with great talent in the three clans.
Even though the God of wings was considered a top genius among the winged men, he was nothing in the top ten races.
Lu Ming looked at it for a while and kept it. He then waited patiently.
Indeed, not long after, he saw people continuously stepping out of the center of the lake.
The divine herbs and treasures on the island had all been plundered by Lu Ming. There was no point for those people to stay there. Naturally, they would not stay for long.
"The Sorcerer tribesmen have also come out!"
Lu Ming's gaze flickered.
