lin's forging hammer was beginning to emit a low, mournful "hum," and even the air current within the forge room was being stirred. 。In the deafening roar, Tang Wulin's two soul rings beneath his fee... nine-colored figure. 。The voice was shrill, grating on the ears unpleasantly. 。"This is a matter for my Dragon Clan. What business is it of yours" The Dragon God said coldly. 。The emerald glow chuckl...