The four-clawed dragon on the robe the young man was wearing showed that he was the royal prince of a powerful dynasty.
Xue Lin was disappointed at the sight of the young man. She had thought the new comer was her husband Qingfeng Li, but instead it was just a stranger.
The young man was very dashing with an overwhelming presence ever stronger than that of the four-eyed demonic snake.
Standing in the void, his clothes were dry as if the stormy rain drops dared not to get near him. The two old men standing behind the young man were also extraordinary.
When they stood there, the rain drops gave way to them and even the aura emitted from their bodies made the space unstable.
The young man gazed at Xue Lin with heat in his eyes, but he concealed it before anyone noticed.
He had seen millions of beauties but none of them were as beautiful and charming as Xue Lin.