Owner Of The Heavenly Dragon Saber

The fifteenth day.

Jiang Lan and the others were already walking around.

They had to meet up.

At noon today, they were about to leave Dragon Cry Island.

After that, they would return to Kunlun.

"We're going back," Ao Longyu said softly.

At this moment, she had returned to her normal state. Her expression was calm and there was no trace of a smile on her face.

However, as she walked beside Jiang Lan, there wasn't a hint of coldness in her eyes.

"The bestowment has ended. I think we'll be staying for a few more days, but it's about time," said the Eighth Prince.

He did not feel any reluctance.

There was nothing interesting in the Dragon Race. It was more interesting to go to Kunlun to sell roasted animals.

As the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Race, his status was very high.

No one in the Dragon Palace dared to bicker with him.

The depths of Dragon Palace was rather quiet, as if there was no sign of life.