Another morning arrived, and the sun shone brightly, illuminating the entire wilderness.
Tang Zhen stood by the window and looked at the sacred Dragon Valley, which was exceptionally quiet today. A trace of heaviness, which was rarely seen, rose in his heart.
It probably wouldn't take long before the entire Wildlands was covered in darkness and snow, and the ice Imps would slaughter them.
In this kind of terrifying Millennium catastrophe, Tang Zhen was not sure what the Holy Dragon city's fate would be.
The only thing he could do was to do everything he could to ensure that the Holy Dragon City could survive this catastrophe!
Murong Zi Yan slowly walked over and gently hugged Tang Zhen's body, leaning her head on his broad back.
everything is ready outside. We can start the ceremony at any time.
"Okay, I got it."
After a moment of silence, Tang Zhen turned around and gently stroked Murong Ziyan's hair. Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.
