A young man in a four-clawed dragon robe walked out of the room. His large, hooked nose radiated a fierce air, his eyes looked down on everyone, and he moved with a leisurely pace, an arrogant aura striking like summer lightning.,The blade flashed, severing several projectiles. It dissipated with the biting cold wind, landing in the snow, a striking sight.,They gave Summer a long, hard look, sheathed their swords, and bowed deeply. "We acted rashly," they said, "Please forgive our boldness, Your Majesty, and Your Highness!"。