C979 Eighteen Years.

In a wind dragon, Xiao Yong was surrounded by no giant rocks. The rocks around him were at least eight feet away from him. A three-foot-deep ditch had already formed around his body.

One day, he opened his eyes. The space around his body fluctuated for a moment, and then it quickly disappeared.

"It's been eighteen years, and I finally got used to this place."

"Small cauldron