The Glory of the Sacred True Dragon Gathering

“Master is in seclusion and won’t see any guests. If you need anything, I can tell him later.”

Princess Jin’s voice was as soft as a stream and her eyes were like water. She wore an elegant medieval dress and seemed like a goddess from a picture.

Beautiful, but not sexy. Pretty, but not devastating.

Princess Jin had reached an incredible level of understanding beauty.

The males all forgot to breathe. Their footsteps stalled as they dodged Princess Jin’s eyes from the guilt in their heart.

“Ninth sister!”

Third Highness smiled as he met his sister.

“Jin’er… are Old Su’s injuries still not recovered?”

Elder Jiang asked solemnly.

Princess Jin shook her head with slight bitterness, “Master was schemed against by several True Lord Ranks and heavily injured. It’s already a miracle he survived.”

Hearing this, the group from the Sky Rich Imperial family was disappointed.

“Elder Jiang, who’s the esteemed guest that wanted to meet Master?”