Half an hour had passed, but the Ancient Dragon had yet to call Michael and the others in. Neither had Yang Ling nor E Baan come out.
Yan Ziyue looked anxious. Yan Jiusi held her hand, intending to comfort her, but after some thought, he chose to stay quiet.
Even if he spoke soothing words to her now, helping Yan Ziyue relax, if Yang Ling were to later come out announcing that the Ancient Dragon was helpless in the face of his condition, Yan Ziyue would be heartbroken, falling from heaven to hell.
It's better to help her prepare mentally for that possibility.
Yan Jiusi glanced at Michael.
On the surface, the young man seemed calm. But he was obviously tense, clearly concerned.
Finally, the Ancient Dragon's voice rang again, summoning Michael and the others inside.
Inside the cave, there was another world full of a vibrant flower sea, breathtakingly beautiful.
Before such a beautiful sight, E Baan's face was solemn, obviously in a very poor mood.