Fearful of arousing Qi Yuan's suspicion, the Heavenly Dragon Emperor did not speak again.
In the group chat, he was fishing for information, and Qi Yuan was his target.
Yet he feared being too obvious and raising Qi Yuan's suspicions, so he stopped as soon as he tested the waters.
At this moment, in a certain world, a man known as the Heavenly Dragon Emperor's eyes gleamed with a profound, blood-red light.
Once a carefree knight-errant who enjoyed boasting about his exploits,
Joining the chat group, he naturally made grandiose claims.
But one day, someone in the group sought a private conversation, and disaster struck.
Now, he behaved like a walking corpse, a puppet.
"Heavenly Dragon, what do you think of Qi Yuan Heavenly Venerable?"
Just then, a charming voice rang out.
The Heavenly Dragon Emperor instantly fell silent like a cicada in the cold, not daring to look at the owner of the voice.
To him, she was a devil.