Qin Ge has been a "waste" in the Qingyun Sect for seven years.
Spiritual insulation - this physique recognized as the most useless in the whole world of cultivation, made him so cold-eyed that he was even worse than an entry-level disciple.
Until the Western Dragon Clan tore the sky apart, and thousands of Taoisms collapsed like smoke in front of the dragon scales.
In despair, Qin Ge subconsciously raised his hand——
The giant dragon bowed its head, and all the flames were extinguished.
"I didn't expect to meet the heir of the true dragon bloodline in this world."
The dragon princess slowly knelt down in front of him, with millions of dragon wings behind her covering the sky and the sun.
The sect that once expelled him and ridiculed him can only look up at his back now.
Qin Ge looked down at his palm, which finally felt warm, and smiled softly:
"It turns out that I am not an insulator, but the person you are waiting for."
