"Then I don't dare to compare myself to Saint Child Lin Xuan. Now, only you and I, what's the meaning of bringing Saint Child along?"
The person retorted, "How can I compare to the Saint Child…"
The debate became further and further away, but the argument became more and more intense, as if they had to agree to a battle in the martial arts arena to stop.
In the courtyard, Lin Xuan walked to Lin Qingtian's side and whispered to him, "Ancestor, the little dragon has slept very well in the Qilin Bag."
Lin Qingtian laughed and said to Lin Xuan kindly, "It's good that it slept well. That little dragon is really willful."
"It's about to turn your place upside down!"
The baby dragon with a broken shell was simply lawless. The box could not lock it at all. Even if Lin Xuan placed a restriction, it could still break the restriction.
