An exquisite and gorgeous carriage drawn by eight white horses was parked in front of the royal army. The carriage was pure gold with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. It was very flashy.

There was a slender figure sitting quietly inside the carriage—it was Quincy Long, still dressed in the dragon and phoenix robe she wore to the Nine Mainland Conference. The robe accentuated her beautiful figure while maintaining the decorum befitting the Royal Family.

Quincy parted the bead curtain and looked at Shannon. "Sister, it's been three years. Don't you miss the South Cloud World at all? Please come home with me!" As always, her tone was soft but authoritative at the same time.

She could not help but glance at Goddad coldly as she spoke to Shannon. Even though three years had passed and Darryl had been swept away by the chaotic vortex, she still had not changed her view of him. If it were not for him, her sister would not have gotten pregnant, making the South Cloud World Royal Family