Dragon Clan.
Above the highest cave dwelling of the Dragon Clan.
At this moment, Chu Yuan was sitting in front of a desk.
There were no treasures around him, empty and serene.
The only thing in front of Chu Yuan's desk were dozens of storage bags.
Inside each storage bag, there were no treasures either.
Instead, there were scrolls, roughly a thousand in each bag.
Each scroll recorded the secret locations where the Dragon Clan's resources and treasures were stored.
And a single storage bag contained thousands of such scrolls, enough to demonstrate the terrifying foundation of the Dragon Clan.
Chu Yuan looked at the dozens of storage bags in front of him, tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, and took a deep breath.
"This plain and unadorned life is truly fascinating."
"The days spent as the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan are truly good."
Chu Yuan's eyes were filled with a sense of fulfillment.
