word, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes."Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she wer...he quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade....