The memory of his past life was sealed, and Wei Mo became a recognized joke in Imperial College. In the summoning class, someone else was chanting a spell that was so bright that he could only summon a lame native dog while suppressing his blush, which made the whole audience burst into laughter. Until the Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Dragons was opened, everyone thought that he was not even qualified to get close, but he heard the whispers of the ancient dragon locked in the deepest part - the ancient divine covenant of surrender of ten thousand dragons was actually engraved deep in the soul of this little waste! While others were still kneeling down to plead for a sub-dragon cub, the ancient sun god pterosaur had already offered his reverse scales and rubbed his trouser legs to beg for a contract. Before everyone's eyes dropped, he had already begun to worry: among the newly hatched ancestor-level dragon cubs in the dragon's nest, which one should he pick up first?
