Inside the dazzling palace, a three-meter-tall dragon man was kneeling on the ground. His eyes were closed and his head was lowered. He was facing the place where the ancestral statue had been. However, the place had now been cleared.
One could clearly sense an overbearing aura from his body. This was Dragon's might, which would instantly make one's hair stand on end.
His dark golden eyes were filled with a noble aura that enticed others to bow down to him.
This person was Long Fengyun.
Long Fengyun had already been cultivating in this place for three months. He had been thinking about the death of his ancestor this entire time.
What kind of person could defeat his ancestor?
He could not understand.
The dragon race was well-known among the myriad races.
It was unthinkable that something like this had happened.
