There is a black dragon entrenched above the nine heavens. When it rises, it rolls up a turbulent cloud. It stands still in the sky like an ancient totem. Its majesty makes all things dare not look directly at it. People in the Central Plains worshiped their gods. The seal-making masters of the past generations worked hard to cast the Canglong Seal. Later generations of descendants regarded it as a treasure and used it as a token of the martial arts leader. People say: "Whoever obtains the Canglong Seal will conquer the world."
Mu Zhan supported his head with one hand and played with the exquisitely textured seal with the other, sighing constantly. He is not the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he has the Canglong Seal in his hand. Not only that, there is also a group of people who have nothing to do with the martial arts leader, who are also looking for this seal. At this moment, he just wanted to return to the sect as soon as possible. If he was too late, he would be afraid of losing his life.
In Tingfeng Tower, Feng Xi sat peacefully on the soft couch. She only raised her eyebrows and smiled when listening to the news from her subordinates. She seemed to be waiting for someone and seemed to have done nothing.
The world prefers turmoil to tranquility, and a storm is probably coming again.