Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

Ling Hao swept out another gust of wind, and the old man's intense pain instantly vanished. Then, he lay on the ground like mud, trembling uncontrollably.,Then, he bent down and picked up the dragon-shaped pendant from the elder's body. He took a quick look at it and realized it was almost identical to his own. The only difference seemed to be the color of the dragon's head, which was slightly different.,Without thinking anymore, he turned around and returned the way he came.。