You Are the Consecrator of Tianji Pavilion?

"No!!"

Fang Yun was furious, his eyes almost splitting.

Who the hell was this expert?

He just came to help, and now he lost everything!

After burning his essence blood successfully, he ended up in vain! Faced with the imminent threat of death, the once somewhat arrogant Holy Son now only felt regret and fear. He dared not covet the Saint Dragon Clock anymore...

No, he shouldn't have volunteered to come to the Jing Nation in the first place!

On the high loft rooftop, it was naturally Gu Lan.

He carefully examined the Saint Dragon Clock, feeling excited in his heart. It truly was one of the Twelve Great Heaven Treasures!

Moreover, it was a defensive type, perfect for herself! Gu Lan swiftly stored the Saint Dragon Clock in the system space.

Influenced by Fang Yun's state of mind, the previously somewhat demonic and manic intent on it dissipated as soon as it entered the system space.