"What's going on? Has Beijiang settled down?" Long'Er asked indifferently.
These shadowy figures opened their mouths, uttering several extremely obscure and difficult-to-understand syllables.
Dragon language.
A specialized language used among the Dragon Clan to convey important information, it could carry a vast amount of information and even conjure dynamic images in the listener's mind.
Long'Er was slightly taken aback, but after watching the images in his mind, a sharp glint flickered in his eyes.
"They actually killed my Dragon Slave? It looks like it must have been a Golden Immortal. Heh, how interesting!"
Having said that, Long'Er waved his hand casually, and the shadowy demon ghosts vanished back into the darkness.
Then he rose to his feet, walked to the window, and looked down upon the city, now sparse with lights, speaking indifferently, "I have no idea what that guy Long San is up to. He's even lost his aura now, what a waste of space!"
At the same time.