"Drip!" Several drops of dark-red dragon blood fell outside the gate of the Cangqing Courtyard like a light rain. Even more dragon blood was frozen in the air above the outer court, against gravity.
After that, the dark-red liquid that had doubled was thrown away like garbage, just like the sixth young master of the Austen family who tried barging into the outer courtyard of Cangqing Courtyard for the second time.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man who rushed over happened to see a shocking scene: His son, who used to be arrogant and domineering, was now drenched in his own blood. He looked extremely pathetic and no longer had the spirit of a dragon.
Moreover, the dragon youth clearly couldn't stand anymore, but it was as if he had been possessed by a demon as he desperately crawled toward the courtyard like a ghost.
It had only been a month since he left home, but to think Gale had become like this.
To be honest, Bretton could not accept it.
