C280 The Zither Turned into a Flute

In the dead of night, the leaves rustled in the wind.

Lin Yun was lying on the bed, but it was hard for him to fall asleep. He recalled the blue dragon in the main hall of the Dragon Clan and Ao Guang's hopeful eyes. He could not help but sigh, "There is no such thing as a banquet..."

When he thought about how Ao Guang was going to inherit the throne of the Dragon King and lead a region