Wen Rong looked at Long Aotian, one of the top geniuses of the young generation and also the heir of a divine beast race
"Interesting, you are quieter than your master" Even though Wen Rong always looks calm and indifferent, she naturally does not miss the opportunity to tease her enemies.
"Master? That idiot?" Long Aotian frowned slightly and then started to laugh
"So what about you? You look like nothing more than Tian Shen's dog" He also tried to use the old tactic of divisiveness.
"Well? Even if I'm his dog, so what?" But it doesn't seem to work on Wen Rong
"Isn't it better than a dragon being the dog of loser?" she said with a disdainful grin on her face.
"Enough joking, there's no need to waste time" Long Aotian couldn't take it anymore and directly summoned his dragon scales and claws.
