First Era, Dragon Lo

As he died, he saw himself lying on the sickbed and his weeping descendants. Then time rewound ceaselessly until he stood once more before that door.,His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。