Ye Qingtao spoke in a soft voice, barely a whisper, yet to the Canggu Great Dragon, it sounded like a sudden divine revelation amid crashing waves, startling him into a cold sweat.
For over a hundred years, every time Ye Qingtao came to the 79th floor, the dragon had been terrified, feeling as though granted a reprieve from death and treading on thin ice.
He was practically scared out of his wits.
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