Yan Kuan's hand pulled Shen Xiaoxiao tightly. He even felt that Shen Xiaoxiao's stiffness was so heartbreaking.
Why did Shen Guoan appear here?
How did he get in? Moreover, he sat on the dragon throne so leisurely as if he had sat on it thousands of times.
His white robe seemed especially thin in this season, but it made him look like a deity. He had a kind face, and when he looked at the crowd, he even had a smile on his face. He did not look old at all. If it were not for the white beard that showed his age, he really looked energetic at this moment, almost like a middle-aged man.
Shen Xiaoxiao looked at this old man who was already very vague in her memory, and she could not tell what she felt in her heart.
