C478 Go down the Mountain!

Under the cover of the night, the Shrine of Whispers was filled with rainbow-colored immortal multicolored light. The birds and the swallows were playing in the bathhouse, and the white gauze window was illuminated by the light of the incense and the temptation of the fragrance.

The ruffian dragon's five claws grabbed onto the scalp of Zopyrus. He stared at the pair of round dragon eyes