The curtain shook, extending and transforming.
The Little Shen Dragon controlled the white mist to float up and transform into a shadow, blocking the dazzling sun to prevent the curtain from reflecting light, making the colors unclear and dim.
Under everyone's gaze, a box appeared on the curtain, inside were dozens of colorful portraits, precisely the "heroes" introduced earlier!
At the same time.
Ten reclining chairs showed up at the corner of the screen, as if sleeping martial hall disciples appeared, each with their heads wrapped in cloth.
Benbo'erba flicked its tail: "The Jianghuai Great Marsh has a long history. In days past, the Old Dragon Lord passed away, but left behind his precious heritage to the future generations, the Jianghuai Sheng Race!
