Endless moonlight falls from the sky, making the ancient forests in the mountains look like monsters, ferocious and squirming, looking extremely terrifying.

But at this time, the Lingxiao dormitory hall was brightly lit, with pedestrians flowing in, and it looked like a lively scene.

The arrival of the Holy Son of the Holy Cult to Southern Xinjiang is a great honor for the Eight Tribes and the Prodigies of Southern Xinjiang.

Tomorrow morning, there will be a battle for Tianchi. As the Holy Son, I should give a speech to inspire people and set an example.

To win people's hearts, Game of Thrones.

At this moment, above the main hall, Ling Xiao was seen reclining on a golden chair with a gentle look on his face.

Beside him, Han Qingqiu and Huahua were holding wine and holding spiritual fruits, handing them to Ling Xiao's mouth one by one.

Seeing this scene, countless Southern Xinjiang geniuses had a look of envy in their eyes.

What is a winner in life?!

With power in hand and beauty by his side, he is invincible and yet... has an unparalleled appearance!

Gan!
Chapter completed!