A familiar black coat danced wildly in the storm of energy.
That person raised one hand to the sky, with fingers spread wide, a fierce golden light burst out from the palm, like an invisible hand forcibly holding up the collapsing firmament.
Black braids fluttered in the air, golden eyes looked over.
"You've arrived?" Su Rin said calmly, "I have been to Sique's hometown. The people there say that in their memory, there has never been anyone named 'Sique'."
Su Ming'an's eyes narrowed, then he understood: "I see, thank you... By the way, where is Atlanda?"
"Ran away the moment he saw me," Su Rin said, "Perhaps in his mind, I'm quite terrifying."
Pale golden rules and lines centered around Su Rin, supporting the sky.
"Roar---!!!"
On the other side of the sky, a pure dragon's roar that shook the soul echoed!
