In the Imperial City, at an airport where familiars could take off and rest, a purplish-gold divine dragon landed on the ground, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
Countless familiars felt the suppression of the high-ranking divine dragon's bloodline. For a moment, they were terrified and fled in all directions. The originally peaceful scene turned chaotic.
Not far away, a well-dressed middle-aged man jogged over. His forehead was covered in sweat, but he had a bitter expression on his face. He didn't dare to shout loudly, and he didn't even dare to scold the familiar's owner. He only looked at the principal with some hidden bitterness.
"Alright, alright. I'll get the ruffian to put away the dragon aura."
Lin Qingming laughed loudly. His own divine dragon didn't have any bad intentions. He was just a little mischievous and liked to play pranks, which was why he had the nickname ruffian.
