[152] A Good Clan Member Is A Living Clan Member, Not A Ghost Clan Member.
When the Emperor made his way inside, the aura of death was trying to crush him down. There was not only one but several powerful auras mixed all together. The passing time had made them weaker but if not for the safety shield around the graveyard, the Dragon Clan would have turned barren.
Countless generations of royals were asleep in that graveyard and of course, the aura couldn't be handled by normal beings.
"Don't enter." Emperor Arkan forbade Yowj and Veneret and walked inside. Swiftly he made his way to the grave where Levin just landed from the sky.
"My Empress, are you there?" He looked down at a newly erected grave and asked.
"Hmm." An inaudible sound floated out from underground.
"For how many days?" He asked in a super soft voice.
"Mmm."
"You need something?" He inquired again, "Any blood you are craving?"
"Mmm."
