"That's true!" Feng Da scratched his head shyly.
"Master, dragons of the dragon race can definitely sell for a good price on the Boundless Heaven Continent," Lin Yuan reminded.
"Tch! Of course! However, we don't lack money now, so it's not too late to sell when we can't take the blame." Feng Da patted Lin Yuan's head gently.
Everyone chatted and laughed along the way. The dragon race was their destination. Hmph! The dragon race came knocking on their door. Wouldn't they be wasting the dragon race's good intentions if they didn't accept it?
"Miss, we can't fly forward anymore," the little peacock suddenly said while flying.
"What's wrong in front? Why is there so much fog?" Leng Ruoxue frowned in puzzlement. Moreover, the fog was grayish-black and poisonous gas filled the air.
