Grief It Turned out to be a Black Dragon

"We're here."

There was light at the exit.

Yan Ruyu held Zhao Shuning's hand tightly.

Outside, it was a different world.

Within the Cloud Dynasty.

All of the messengers stood on both sides of the road. As soon as Yan Ruyu and the others appeared, someone immediately came to greet them.

"Greetings, third prince."

"Greetings, sir."

"See you, Princess Long."

Standing at the very front was a graceful looking man. Zhao Shuning recognized him. He was Feng Jin, the child with the smallest Feng Family.

"The brothers are here."

Feng Jin's tone was extremely gentle. He had seen Yan Ruyu before, but this time was different. This time, even Feng Zhan and Feng Lingtong would come.

"Sister!" Feng Jin bowed to Feng Lingtong once again.

After the six of them stood still.

Zhao Shuning looked at the land and felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Are you familiar with it?" Yan Ruyu chuckled.

"Yes."