Yang Yan returned to the side hall, at this moment, Qian Rong and Murong had already used their medical skills to revive the two royal heirs of the Primordial Sacred Dynasty.
The two women looked at the bodies on the ground, filled with grief and tears.
"Brother Yang, you're back!" Murong approached and said.
"Yes."
"Did you catch up with that white dragon?"
"I did, but I didn't capture it, it got away!
Its abilities were astonishing, truly mystical!" Yang Yan said.
In just the blink of an eye, not only did it escape, it also took that oasis with it.
Let alone being able to fit a wide oasis within a spring's eye!
This kind of ability is not something ordinary exotic beasts can accomplish!
"It escaped, what a pity!
Brother Yang, then that white dragon, was it really a dragon?" she continued to ask.
She, along with her senior sister Qian Rong, and everyone present had seen the silhouette of that white dragon.
