Weng~
When Abel Robin and his wife opened their eyes, they were greeted by a wriggling majestic Golden Dragon that extended to the end of their sight.
From their point of view, they could only see the lower jaw of the Golden Dragon. Even though they were separated by a long distance, that terrifying body still looked like a mountain range lying on the top of the skull, bringing with it a sense of oppression that came from the blood and soul!
China ... The ancestral Dragon ... The will of civilization in the material world ...
A hint of enlightenment rose in their minds, and their dazed eyes contained deep respect. The two of them quickly recovered, and their bodies quivered as they lowered their heads in fear.
Am I crazy?
A descendant who did not belong to him actually dared to look directly at the dragon's true body?
