At the same time Long Qingyan transformed into golden light and left, across the mountains of Dragon Island.
Countless powerful Dragons that originally lay prostrate on the ground, concealing their aura, raised their dragon heads.
They looked respectfully at the golden streak disappearing into the sky, emitting a low and harmonious dragon chant.
"Farewell, Miss!"
Only when Long Qingyan's aura completely vanished from their perception range did these Dragons slowly straighten up.
Some young Dragons couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Miss has finally awakened, but why doesn't His Majesty the Dragon Emperor meet her?" A young blue Dragon asked in confusion.
Beside it, a more elderly black Dragon with scales gleaming with metallic sheen said in a deep voice:
"His Majesty the Dragon Emperor's actions have his own profound intent and plan; we should not presumptuously speculate, just do what we are supposed to do."
