Before the Pale Dragon God, the vast universe seems cramped and small.
The woman in the emperor's robe has the exact same appearance as Evil Dragon Miss, her beauty unmatched and her demeanor commanding.
Her gray cloud-like hair is elegantly pinned up with a golden hairpin, exuding a colder and more bone-chilling presence than Evil Dragon Miss. Her long legs are gracefully crossed under the dark gold emperor's robe, her eyes closed as she reclines nobly and royally.
Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes as he ascended the stairs, soon arriving at the cloud top via the sky-reaching stairs, facing the dragon head.
Noticing the woman still had her eyes closed, Xia Feng frowned: "Why did you summon me?"
The moment he finished speaking, the pale vertical pupils, reminiscent of Holy White Abyss, slowly lifted and the indifferent gaze that coldly overlooked everything gripped his soul.
