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Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yellow sand filled the sky, and a cold wind blew from afar.
It was as sharp as a knife. Even with the cultivation of a Spiritualist, everyone still felt that their skin was being scraped until they were in pain as if a carving knife was carving on their skin. The cultivators' faces were rough in the Big Ruins, and the lines on their faces were clear. It was related to the fierce wind that was constantly blowing.
Amidst the yellow sand, the auras of the Blood Dragon Clan members sank to the bottom of their hearts, and the atmosphere was solemn.
Jiang Yunkai looked around and pursed his lips. With a respectful expression, he asked, "Patriarch, what happened?" He mustered up his courage to ask this question, and his heart was somewhat perturbed. After all, though he was a God-favored one of the Jiang family, no matter how he asked, it would sound like he was overstepping his boundaries.
Jiang Liuche's expression did not change, and he was silent for a while.