Francis sat in the front seat and he nodded slightly.
Around them, there were all clouds in the sky, as if they were within their reach.
Annabelle sat behind Francis. Seeing that Francis didn't say anything, she felt a little melancholy.
"Master, you seem to be in a bad mood. Are you worried about the bright sect?"
Annabelle asked Francis curiously.
Along the way, Annabelle finally figured out Francis's character.
Francis remained silent. He was a powerful woman.
In addition, he had many servants around him. Annabelle knew that she was one of them.
"No, the bright sect is not that powerful."
Hearing this, Francis turned his head to look at Annabelle behind him.
Annabelle sat right behind him, perhaps because she was sitting on the dragon.
As the wind blew, he saw her brown hair floating there.
"Then why are you a little depressed?"
Annabelle couldn't understand the man in front of her.
She was his servant, but most of the time, he couldn't be understood.