Beyond the Seven Sects, in the waters far away,
at a place neither too close nor too distant, seemingly reachable in an instant, yet a safe distance to retreat.
The clear water rippled as if giant creatures were breaking the surface.
The next moment, with the deafening sound of waves, massive figures burst through the surface, carrying huge dragon carriages inlaid with treasures from heaven and earth, golden flags fluttering uncertainly.
There was the Dragon King Flag, the Crown Prince Flag, and even the flag of the Qi Family's patriarch.
The Dragon King was on patrol!
Policing… the Seven Sects of Southern Hong!
Never mind ten thousand years ago, even during the long years of the Seven Sons' decline, such an absurd event had never happened in Southern Hong.
That old dragon knew all too well that its so-called position as Lord of Southern Hong definitely did not include the Seven Sons.
If it dared to patrol, the Seven Sons dared to sever its two legs.
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