The wings swept the trail of the wind, obscuring the sky and circling the tree, Dvalin spread his wings towards the sky and shouted, and then slowly landed in the sound of Wendy's flute, not far from the crowd.

The Vision of the Gods on the body of the qin also slowly calmed down at this time, and Dvalin, who was dependent on the wind elemental, was in a sense the embodiment of the wind.

As soon as the flute fell, Wendy put down the flute in her mouth, looked down, chuckled and said, "Sit down."

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