The cloak on his body made his shoulders look extremely wide. The light pulled his figure in the direction of the Holy Temple, making it very long.
He stood there like a warrior who was about to go into battle. He gave off a powerful aura as if he could hold off ten thousand enemies.
"Yichang?"
As song qingxiao called out his name, he slowly took two steps forward. As he walked, the dark patterns on his cloak seemed to come alive, swaying slightly and making a 'ka ka' sound.
It was only now that song qingxiao realized that the patterns on his cloak were not embroidered with silk, but pieces of polished scales woven with special silk.
The scales were flowing with a mysterious light. Song Qing did not know why, but her gaze fell on the huge drum on both sides of the steps.
The body of the drum was made of Dragon Skin, and the scales on the skin had long been torn off.
